The werewolf looked at her as she slept. She looked so peaceful, as if she didn't have any worries in the world. But he knew her peacefulness would soon end, it would be because of him.
He sighed. It wasn't like she had really thought it would last. In fact, he was sure she had known what he was going to do that night. Still, he couldn't help but feel sad when he pictured her heart-shaped face broken and covered with tears. And he was pretty sure it would look like that in the morning. Because of him.
I have to go on with it, he thought. I can't let her think it might work out. I have to stop this before she gets hurt anymore. But I can't leave without explaining things to her, even if she doesn't hear me.
He sighed and stood up. Then he went to her side of the bed and kneeled down beside her. "Nymphadora, I know you are going to hate me for this but its better than letting you hang on to something that isn't there," he hesitated, "something that can never be there. If you can hear me, please don't try to stop me or come after me. It's better this way, really." That's what he was trying to convince himself.
"In two days, I'll be going to live underground, with the werewolves, with people like me. I know you would say that it isn't true but it is. I'm a bloody monster, no matter how much I try and pretend not to be. I can't control myself without the Wolfsbane and sometimes it's hard even if I take it. That's just one reason why we can't be together.
"Even if I was face to be around, I'm way too poor. There is no way I could support you. Even if you say that doesn't matter, you know it does. Someday you'll want a fancy dress or a diamond ring and I wouldn't ever be able to afford it."
"And that's not even thinking about the age! What would your parents think? I'm old enough to be your uncle or your father even!"
"Then there are all those other reasons it can't work. I'm a dark creature and looked down upon. I can't get a job. You would be shunned from the society and looked down upon like me! I couldn't do that to you! And don't say that you know what its like because you are a metamorphagus. It isn't the same."
"Yes, I do love you but I care about you too much to hurt you. Besides, it's probably just a little school girl crush that will disappear when you don't see me everyday. I'm just saving us both the hurt. I love you." He reached over and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispered with tears in his eyes.
He was glad that was over. Now at least she knew that truth. With a soft pop, he dissapparated.
The metamorphagus sat up in her bed. She had heard everything he had said and knew he was serious. She almost knew that what she felt wasn't a crush and that someday Remus would understand that. But for now, she would let herself cry over that selfish jerk.