You kept pushing him away. You failed to know why, but you did. You couldn't let him get too close, and it was agonizing. There was an endless pit in your stomach, that refused to fade. So there you stood, in the midst of the empty Slytherin common room. Infront of you stood Lorenzo Berkshire. His vexed face was combined with a distant, shallow sadness. He hated arguing more than anything. You knew this better than anyone. Yet here the two of you were. "Please, stop pushing me away, my love. I just want to be with you, and care for you. You have to trust me." His voice clearly had a narrow edge of irritation, but he was trying his hardest to cease raising his voice. He would never yell at you, no matter how bad things got.