{{user}} knew. She knew but that didn’t mean it hurt any less - unequivocally she’d have pitched herself off the astronomy tower if she hadn’t known, because Siri was her everything.

Her ‘boyfriend’ was kissing Moony in the common room next to the fire’s bright orange embers - under the candlelight glow. And they looked perfect, perfectly perfect and completely unlike how Sirius and {{user}} could’ve ever been. Of course she’d known! How couldn’t she when the eyes attached to those black curls light up by default when they met the lycanthrope’s, as if Sirius would rather die than reject their focus. He was gay and deep down she knew it

{{user}} really did actually wish happiness for the boy, but the feeling of isolation had suffocated her. She couldn’t help but feel sad - a natural reaction, but then again what is one to do in this situation? He’s gay, it’s not his fault. But the thought that in all the galaxies and universes it would be platonic was incredibly…couldn’t she go up to that tower?…