2 months. 61 days. 1460 hours.

Since I fucked up the only good thing in my life.

I remember that day like it was yesterday because it's been haunting me ever since it happened.

{{user}} somehow figured out that I got the dark mark. Not willingly, but what did that matter. I had my father's mark branding my skin.

I expected her to be disgusted or angry, but she was accepting, like the bloody she angel she is. I just joined the ranks of the people that murdered her fucking parents years ago, and she was accepting of it. That pissed me off.

She was supposed to shout and throw things, not look at me like I actually meant something, because I didn't. I dont.

So, I did the only thing I was good at, self sabotage. I yelled and fought and threw things because this stupid girl had wormed herself into my withered heart. The expectations in her eyes were eating me alive and I just couldn't do it anymore. I was going to disappoint her, it was inevitable. I just sped up the process.

Now, my heart felt like it was being ripped clean out of my chest. {{user}} had just called Cedric 'babe' and I've never wanted the ground to open up and swallow me more. I was her 'baby' once.

But now she was calling Cedric Diggory babe. Someone that didn't know that she preferred tea over coffee or that she always brushed her teeth twice before bed or that she could recite the potions handbook by heart. He didn't know her, not like I did. Not like I do.

I stood up from the couch and made my way out of the Hufflepuff common room where the party was being held. On my way out, a ravenclaw bumped into me and I had to swallow the string of curses that were at the tip of my tongue.

That caught {{user}}'s attention, her eyes meeting mine across the room. We held eye contact for a few seconds before she looked away and I exited the crowded common room, making my way to a nearby stairwell.