Her eyes slid closed again, pain etching its way into her forehead. She didn't respond right off. Instead, she pulled in the words and let each one roll slowly through her mind as she examined them. Examined herself in relation to them. She didn't know if she agreed with all of the descriptors, but they weren't far off the mark. If she were being honest. Which she was. The tears slid silently from the outer corners of her closed eyes, dripping into her ears and then onto the pillow as she lay there. 

And then, even though she honestly didn't believe that he was completely on the mark, she choose to own them. Each one. Heaving a rib hurting gasp, she reached up and wiped at her eyes. Is that what Nat saw? When he looked at her, was that what he saw? A sneaky, conniving, delusional, selfish coward. And a bitch? Is that what he felt when he thought about her; if he thought about her. He'd not come, that she knew of; that had to be why. She tried to push herself up, suddenly wanting to run back to Gryffindor and into Nat's room and...and...and what? 

She heaved another sob, this time both from the physical pain as she landed back on her bed, and from the emotional pain of realization. "I had no right," she admitted, once she was sure of her voice. "And you're right. I...I am all of that." No, she didn't mean it, so she took a deep breath and then said it again. "I am all of that." This time she didn't stutter and she didn't try to deny it in her head as she said it. "I know it's too late and way too little, but it was never you I hated, Trent. I just didn't know how...how to, I was...I was...selfish," she admitted. "And a coward. Like you said."

She didn't know if it felt good or horrible to make the admissions outloud. What she knew was that fear gripped her as suddenly as the fact that Trent really hated her. Trent hated her. He hated her and he'd been the last person in the world she would have ever thought capable of hate when she'd started to like him. And that, what he'd become, she had to claim responsibility for her part in it. Even if she wanted to justify and argue that he had made his own choices, she knew it didn't matter. It didn't matter because what she'd done was to make him have to make those choices; she'd put his back against a wall and hadn't given him any space. 

And he'd never done a thing to deserve it. 

That had the tears falling faster. 

Wiping at them, she attempted a deep breath which only made her ribs hurt again. Pressing at them, she try to calm down. It wouldn't do for Pomfrey to hear a ruckus and come to see what was wrong. "I am sorry, Trent."

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