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Notes: Still angsty.
Consequences
She doesn't understand it, can't understand it.
She's been wanting freedom from his advances for years, complained left and right about his presence, his persistence, his attentions.
But now he treats her as if he hardly knows her. Nodding at her in the hall when they pass one another, smiling politely when he sees her in class. No more and no less than he does for anybody else.
Their interactions are empty, emotionless.
And it hurts, that he never pays her any attention, and she doesn't understand it, because this is what she wants, has been wanting.
And she can't understand why his indifference to her presence feels like a knife in her chest. Doesn't understand why that knife seems to twist whenever she hears him laugh across the common room, or smells his cologne when he passes her in the Great Hall. Can't fathom why she feels like crying whenever his eyes meet hers, blank and uncaring, and then slide away again. Why, on more than one occasion, the sight of his eyes lighting up because of someone else has sent her running from the room, panicking, eyes inexplicably blurry and unable to breathe. And why, whenever he graces some other girl with the bright shining grin that used to be just for her, she feels like she's suffocating, dying inside, and that is worst of all.
No she just can't understand it. Because she hates James Potter. So why does this feel so much like a broken heart?