lies || cedric diggory - under heavy editing

chapter iii

Camellia was never the type of person to do something that she will regret. She seldom did since she was one of those minorities that always thought of things thousands of times before agreeing and being fond of the outcome. She SELDOM did. These were one of those times. She regretted sitting there because her brother was being the annoying little git he is. He didn't stop even when she had stepped on his toe from under the table. Added to that, there was this uneasy tension between her and Cedric. She avoided looking to her right because she was scared she would create an awkward eye-contact she knows she won't be able to maintain.

She couldn't believe it. She was actually going to spend an hour, in this kind of environment, with these boys for the rest of the year. And yet she couldn't complain because McGonagall had already stated that this was their seat plan for the rest of the year.

"Homework already?" Curtis scoffed, taking his parchment and quill out grumpily.

Camellia looked at him with an arch brow and began to jot down their notes. It was a free period after Transfiguration, but that didn't exactly mean she could kick off her shoes and relax. Heaven knows that school work was going to pile up on them so she might as well get their essay over and done with later.

When McGonagall had dismissed them, Camellia was immediately on her feet and on her way to the door. But to her surprise, Cedric had stopped her. He wanted to talk, she knew that. He did deserve an explanation. But knowing him, he wouldn't be able to accept that reason. Curtis instantly knew that they needed space, so he patted his best friend's back and walked out, not even bothering to look at the two.

Everyone was muttering and giggling while Cedric packed his things, his other hand around Camellia's wrist, knowing that she was bound to run away from him again if he let her go. Camellia watched as he did so, he felt her pulse quicken under his touch and knew that she already knows why he wanted to talk. It was hard to move on without closure. Especially where he stood, she had merely said she'd had enough, had left him crying, confused and alone under the willow tree. She didn't give a proper explanation and when he had asked her brother, he said she didn't say anything.

So when he was finished packing, he gathered up the courage to look her in the eyes and ask her:

"Why did you let go?"

He was pleading for an answer, she noted and didn't want to look at him. Camellia didn't want to see that flicker of hope in his eyes die because of her own selfishness. But she did this for him, she did this so he would have the best. Those tears, the constant yearning to embrace him when she had no on, were all for him. She didn't know how she was going to answer, didn't know how she was going to make it easier for him. The female sat down because her knees were giving up on her. McGonagall had left the room but she said she will be back since this was also her vacant time, so they were alone. And no one was bound to save her this time.

What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? He was still looking at her, his hands now shaking around her wrist.

"At least just tell me, Ell. Please." Cedric begged, his voice slightly cracking while his hands reached out to hold hers.

When she pulled them back, his heart cracked. And it broke in half when he saw the look in her eyes, dead and empty. She felt nothing for him now, and he didn't know if he was ready to hear it just yet. But she was merciless.

"I don't love you anymore. I don't know, I got sick of you, I guess."

And his heart shattered into unfixable fragments.

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Camellia hurriedly walked down the stairs, through the corridors, knocking on the barrels several times before they slid to the side. She dragged herself into the spacious burrow-like commonroom and up the stairwell towards her dormitory. Every step she took, her body was getting heavier and heavier. She crashed onto her bed, completely giving up, so utterly weak and vulnerable.