"What have I ever done to you?"
"Enough believe me!"
"I just don't understand! What is your problem?"
"Ron, why don't you go and find Hermione. You aren't needed here."
Ron's chest went up and down like nothing she had ever seen before. His eyes that normally had a silent twinkle in them were now black and hollow. As she said these words, he shook is head and placed his hands on the back of his neck, staring up at the ceiling.
"Ron, go, please…"
"And what will that do? Hmm? Make you realise that I am that piece of garbage that you think I am. Well-
"No, Ron, you don't understand-"
"THEN MAKE ME!" He shuddered. "Why do I not deserve to know? Is it so you can go around and tell people the whole story while I'm sat here in the dark, not knowing what is happening…"
He put his hands over his face and turned slowly around. He put his foot out and took a shaky step, and then another one, and then another one, and then he stopped. She knew he was crying. His normal standing pose was missing. Instead, his shoulders were slumped, his feet were pigeon-toed, he was basically a wreck. He turned his head around and revealed two puffy red eyes, and wet cheeks.
She stepped forward, her hand held in front of her, shaking uncontrollably. Her hand reached him. She loosely gripped his shoulder when suddenly; she felt her eyes starting to swim. She had never seen him like this before. He was that tough guy that never showed any signs of weakness and here he was, sobbing his eyes out. Her other hand hung pathetically at her side, drained of all energy. She moved her hand up from this shoulder to his neck and it stayed there for a moment, but he then flinched and moved away quickly. He gritted his teeth and spat:
"I don't know what you're trying to do but whatever it is, stop it. You are making yourself look like more of an idiot now."
And in that moment, he ran out of the room. She had never been more ashamed of herself. If only he understood… if only anyone understood. Why did she have to be such a prick?
She walked over to a mirror and stared at her reflection. Just like his, her eyes were red and her cheeks were sodden. Her normally delicate hair hung lifelessly around her face. She was pathetic. A waste of space, a waste of time, a waste of air… a waste of the name Jade Jackson.