He came back every day. And every day she hid from him, quivering at the sight of his black hair and troubled eyes.
Just as before, he sat in silence some days. Some days he spoke.
At first, he pleaded with her to tell someone. He threatened to tell someone himself, but he really couldn't for he knew she would never stand to be in the same room with him again if he did. To his pleas, she only replied that she did not want anyone to know and that no one would believe her anyway. She swore it was too late.
That phrase was horrifying to him. 'It is too late.'
Too late to matter. Too late to change a thing.
Too late.
Too late.
Too late.
It horrified him because that's what he was. Too late with his apology. Too late with his love.
He had said that she had never let him in, but he had never let her in either. So he began telling her about his life from his spot on the lavatory floor.
Sirius told her everything, especially how he hated his family and loved his friends.
And she told him everything in return.