Reaching across the small space between their two bodies, she placed the palm of her hand on his stubbled cheek. His eyes closed at the touch. As his shoulders sagged, Hermione knew that she didn't have to say the words. It was already done. Whatever existed between them in those too-few days in his seaside home was over. She was afraid that she had been too cruel to the man. It would've been easier for both of them if she'd never apparated to Cornwall in the first place. She would take full responsibility for the false hope she planted in his heart.