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004 - ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ

Cora Bentley

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Sometimes, the words we speak can be empty. They can have no value.

But taken out of context, they can mean everything but empty to someone else.

Be careful with the words you speak. They can hurt someone in ways you can't imagine.

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"Why is she in here? She's in here because of you, mate. Now go, before she wakes up."

As my mind came back into consciousness, I felt my hand being grasped by another. I tried using my free hand to push myself up, not ready to open my eyes yet.

"Woah, Woah." Someone's hand gently pushed my shoulder down.

I started to open my eyes, to see Theo sitting on a chair next to me. He was the one holding my hand. I realized I was in the hospital wing.

"W-what am I doing here?" I asked, trying to sit up again, to which Theo pushed my shoulder down once more.

"You fainted, then fell in the corridor and hit your head. You have a concussion." He said, a look of sympathy in his eyes.

"How long was I out for?"

"About a day. Madam Pompfrey gave you something to help you heal faster. You should be okay by the end of the day." He replied.
I quickly recalled what happened in the hallway yesterday.

Draco hates me. He doesn't want me. I'm never getting my best friend back. I knew I was never going to be good enough for him.

I allowed myself to get taken over by my feelings, without rationalizing what it could do to me.

Why?

Why in God's name did I let myself do that?

"Hey Theo, can you get Pansy for me?" I asked, trying not to burst into tears on the spot.

"Of course."

Once he left the room, I let my tears fall in continuous streams, not bothering to wipe them off of my face.

I heard the door to the hospital wing open, and much to my suprise, Luke walked in. "What are you doing here?" I frantically wiped my tears, sniffling and taking a deep breath to compose myself.

He rounded my bed, sitting in the chair that Theo was in. "I was worried about you. I heard you fainted."

"Wow. Word spreads around quickly, doesn't it." I chuckled, trying to make conversation. He just kept looking at me, not saying anything.

"Why are you really here?" I whispered, now feeling a little weirded out by how long he was just staring at me.

"I needed to talk to you. And I knew that you wouldn't have been able to leave." He said.

"Luke, I'm sorry, but we really don't have anything to talk about."

"Yes we do. I still have feelings for you." He admitted.

I sighed, knowing I just had to get it over with. "Luke, listen. Those feelings just aren't there for me anymore. I truly am sorry, but it's over." I tried to say in the nicest way possible.

He looked down, letting my hand go. "Yeah, I know. Just, let me know if that ever changes." He said in a quiet tone, looking up and giving me a small smile.