AN: I wrote this an unbelievably long time ago. O.o
I'd like to think I've improved.
I'm just sharing so you guys know I'm not dead.
-katie4dragons
Once again she found herself all alone. That boy, that Malfoy boy, she had thought he was a friend. Apparently not. Myrtle hadn't seen him in years. In fact, she hadn't seen anyone in the years after the battle. It was like she didn't exist. Myrtle may be a ghost, but some acknowledgement of her existence would be nice.
She supposed she should be used to this. After all, before Draco no one had visited her. Harry, Ron, and that girl with the bushy hair didn't really count. They were lairs, saying they would visit her. They never did.
Myrtle had tasted companionship, and it was like a drug. You have it once and then you crave it forever. Forever for Myrtle would be a very, very long time.
Never before had she realized solitude could be so… lonely.