I wasn't sleeping - I hadn't been for nearly three days.

  Damn you and your threes.

  It got to the point where I thought you were there and holding me - the ghost of your touch still everywhere and burning me alive.

  I thought you said I love you, but you didn't.

  It was the water creaking against the windows.

  You're not here with me anymore.

  My bed is cold.

  I'm so lonely.

  I haven't gone to class and now I have a detention but I don't care.

  I can't bare to see you.

  Besides, I don't want you seeing me like this.

  Riddle knew where I was over the holiday and I spent three hours under the red curse - damn you and your threes.

  He knew.

  I was shaking and I needed medical attention but I couldn't or else he'd kill me - I used to not care if he did.

  But like I said - fuck dying - I want you.

  Just right now I can't and I hope you understand.

  I turn a corner in the library and a book falls and - fuck - hot honey roses and lemon.

  Looking at you, you're startled and surprised and your eyes are shining.

  Please don't cry.

  I want to hold you but there's people around and I don't think they're staring but I can feel it and I itch all over and I hate what I'm doing to you.

  Hello, you say quietly.

  I finally say it back.

  You seem to melt and I crumble and I can't help it - but thumb traces the space below your eye and you're colder than I remember.

  Are you real?

  You smile, why wouldn't I be?

  I haven't been sleeping.

  But I don't tell you that.

  You seem confused. Why? What happened?

  You look expectant - expectant of something from me.

  What is it?

  You blink and shake your head, it's nothing.

  It's something.

  It's not.

  I frown. You're different.

  What happened?