When I asked Bellatrix what she wanted to tell our parents concerning why we'd broken up, it was really because she hadn't given me a reason for it. I was hoping she'd explain a little better if it for their benefit.
What she finally said was, "We don't need to tell them anything." That didn't exactly answer my question and it only confused me further.
"We have to tell them something, Trixie. Don't you think they'll notice it if-"
"Bella." She interrupted to correct me.
"Bella." I amended with a sigh. "Sorry."
Why she'd changed her nickname in the first place was surprisingly high on my long list of questions for her. I'd asked before and she said she didn't know.
With Bellatrix there were two kinds of "I don't know." The "I genuinely don't know" and the "I don't want to tell you." She'd been giving the later of those a lot recently.
But, of course, the questions my mind was really screaming to voice were, "Why are you breaking up with me?" and "What did I do wrong?"
I told her I loved her with all my heart, more than life itself. I said I'd do anything for her and everything I had to give was hers, she didn't even have to ask for it.
She said that wasn't enough.
So I asked her what was. What more could I do? What more did she want? What more could she ask for?
Bellatrix shook her head, and, breaking my heart all over again, she just walked away. I grabbed her left wrist before she got too far. She hissed like that touch had actually hurt her, so I let go. She glared at me and tugged her sleeve down further, like she was hiding something.
I managed to whisper a single word, "Why?"
And once again, she said she didn't know.