"There's little I can say that won't come across as trite and cliche,"
 
“True.” She had heard them all before now. And not just because of this but when her parents had died. Everyone tried to provide some kind of comfort in their own way. Words, sentiments that they would want to hear. But everyone’s pain was different, and so glib was all any attempts at comfort came out to be.
 
“Your parents should be alive and your brother should not be in Azkaban. You shouldn't be dealing with anything rougher than a five foot essay from Professor Snape and a lecture to sit through in Professor Binns class. I understand all of that,"
 
She didn’t know when she had started crying but she had. Tears fell down and slid down her cheeks, wetting them in the annoying way that they did best. Brigitte wiped at them and looked away. “It’s so tiring….being the only one left.” Because her parents had deserted her. Clifford had. Ephraim had. She was all alone. Brigitte sniffed.
 
"But you're still here. You're still breathing. And it's a big step that you came in here without being dragged or dripping blood,"
 
“I don’t want to go to Mungos.” That’s why she was here. Because if she hadn’t and Mungos heard about her freak out, they would say that she was backtracking, and they would make her go back. So she came. Brigitte wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.
 
“I don’t want to breathe. Breathing means there’s more to deal with.” Brigitte groaned and leaned over, her head going into her hands. “There’s so much shite to deal with. I’m sick of it. I just want to be done. I don't want to care anymore. So much thinking....It's too hard.”

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