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There was a tiny amount of warmth that permeated the cold feeling in her chest when Berkeley smiled. When Amelia felt his lips, her eyes closed instinctively, expecting something longer than the tiny, quick kiss that he gave.

The second she opened her eyes and saw his face, opposite of the expression he'd given before, it was like swallowing ice.

She couldn't explain it, this--terrified feeling she had of letting him go. She trusted him, but it wasn't Berk that she needed to be able to trust. It was all of the unknown that was out there, all of the danger that no one could predict, including him. It wasn't like he was going to fight Death Eaters. An earthquake wasn't a human being, who you could to some point or another predict what it was going to do, who had weaknesses that you could exploit. He wasn't trained to know how to deal with this, and they both knew it.

But he had to go.

"Go," Amelia told him. Her voice didn't shake because she wasn't going to let it. If she was going to let him walk away like this, she had to force some kind of certainty into herself, even if she had to trick herself into thinking for five seconds that it was all okay. For five seconds, she needed to tell herself that what she felt was stupid and suck it up. She had a job to do other than being his wife, just like he had a job other than to stand here with her and console her. She still had to help Marnie get out before it was too late. What would she do if she knew that Marnie had gotten hurt because she'd stood around being a baby for a minute too long?

Amelia brought her hands up over his and squeezed them tightly before moving them away from her face. "I love you. Go."

Everything would be fine.