"I am sorry."
"What good is that to me?" she spat out; she didn't want to admit that she thought he really did mean it.
"I asked you out, Myrtle and you said no. I was…I…"
"I hurt you." she said slowly, realizing he couldn't admit to the weakness.
"No!" he fought back out of instinct but when he met her gaze, he found he couldn't lie to her. "Yes…and I wanted you to hurt too."
"Well you got what you wanted." she shrugged, pretending she didn't care when he was the only one who ever mattered to her.
"No, I really didn't." he murmured.
Days and weeks passed slowly to her. She had nothing to do to pass the hours. Being a ghost wasn't all that entertaining. She hid herself away from the students of Hogwarts, not wanting to be seen by anyone except him.
Every day he came to visit her. Some days he didn't say anything, he just sat on the stone floor. Other days he tried to get her to talk.
But it was building up in him. He had to know; he had to understand why she would do it.
"What happened?" he asked quietly.