"It wasn't just you." she had realized that in the years that had passed without him. "It was my parents and Carrow and me. I gave up—"

"I could have saved you if I hadn't been so stupid." he swore.

"If it hadn't been you, it would've been someone else, some other reason. I would've found a reason, Sirius."

When he reached out a hand to her, she did not flinch. She closed her eyes and pretended she really could feel his fingertips graze across her skin.

"I love you." she whispered, knowing it was true.

The years passed and no one visited Moaning Myrtle. The story remained that she was the ghost of the girl murdered in the lavatory years and years ago by the beast from the Chamber of Secrets.

That was all for them. That was their end. Sirius Black crossed over unwillingly through the veil—he had left her without a choice in the matter. Myrtle Blyth was left to haunt the hallways of Hogwarts by herself—pining forever.

Their destinies were intertwined but they were not slated to be together. From their beginning to their tragic end, they were destined to be apart forever.