"I'm sorry."
His parting words cut into her, whipping into her heart, the cord spiked with iron.
"It wasn't you, it was me."
It sounded like a dialogue, so carefully rehearsed. No doubt it was, considering the many girls he had probably given the same speech to.
"I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment."
He would never be ready for that kind of commitment, would he? Because she would have waited. Many would have waited for him.
"We can still be friends."
Like he ever spoke to a single one of the girls he had broken up with. As if he had ever glanced their way once.
"I'm sorry."
She ran.
No tears coursed down her face. Not a single expression manifested on her almost flawless features. Her eyes were dry, her throat was dry, her heart was dry, no longer filled.
How many girls had he dated? She had lost track. But she had waited, for years, she had waited until he noticed her. Then, he did. With a casual flick of his shaggy black hair, a mischievous smirk on his lips, and a promise in his eyes, he had come to her.
Be my girlfriend?
He had asked her. Stunned, she had agreed, her heart filled to bursting, ecstatic at her amazing fortune.
Usually his flings lasted about two weeks, perhaps a few days more, perhaps a few days less.
She had known in her heart that it wasn't going to be like that with them.
She laughed bitterly to herself, seated on the hard ground outside, the cold wind whipping her hair and clothes into a frenzy.
Her heart had been wrong, so, so wrong.
She had been unbelievably foolish to think that he saw anything other than a snogging partner in her.
Two weeks later, to the day, he gave her The Speech. The speech that had become a legend around the school, so often had he repeated the dreaded words.
The dark clouds overhead began to fill to overflowing, raindrops slowly beginning to fall. Tears slowly beginning to fall.
She had thought she wouldn't be like those other girls. She had thought that there was something about her that set her apart.
She had been wrong.
To him, she was simply another girl, another fling, another night in the Astronomy Tower.
She had given him her heart.
He had given it back to her, in pieces.
The raindrops fell harder, as if mimicking the water on the upturned face of the broken little child sitting all alone on the grounds of Hogwarts.
Students were running inside, yelling and shrieking with laughter as the rain pounded harder on top of the school.
She stayed outside, the water trickling down her face, down her slender neck, drenching her in its coldness.
She was alone.
Slowly, slowly, a long time later, the clouds started to part.
A single ray of sunshine beamed down, gently falling on top of the lone girl outside.
The water began to dry, her clothes became nothing more than damp, her face barely wet.
She looked away from the sky, which had been her only view for so long.
Ever changing, never the same, the blue sky was always different. Sometimes it was sunny, lighting up someone's day. Other times it was cloudy, overshadowing the light. Life was like the sky, eternally happy, eternally sad. There would be cloudy days, days to darken your life, to make you wonder if life was worth living. But not far away, perhaps just a little bit ahead, there would be days filled with light and laughter, to remind you that life keeps going. That life exists for a reason.
She looked up at the castle, the sunshine lighting up her darkened face.
She climbed to her feet.
And she walked inside.
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Yes, it's another one:) Odd, very odd fic, I agree, but, well, I thought that we should get the perspective of a girl that Sirius might have dumped, much as I love him. Because every girl thinks she's different, right? Whatever, forget that, just please Review!!
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