"It doesn't matter!" she yelled at him.
"Yes, it does!"
"Why? You say it matters but you can't tell me why!"
"It hurts too much. If I say it, it will be true and then…there will never be any chance…"
"Any chance of what? Why does it matter?"
"It matters because you meant everything to me and now you're dead!" he yelled; his words were filled with anger, but he didn't know who he was angry with. The guilt was driving him crazy. He knew he had caused her unhappiness and his own.
Her for putting the wand to her head? Himself for pushing her to it?
"You're dead, Myrtle." he whispered. "And I didn't. So of course I feel guilty. I killed you. I cared about you, more than anyone else and I let the rejection I felt control me. I hurt you. I let you down. So I think I deserve to know how it happened. I deserve to have that moment in time stuck in my mind forever. Because I deserve to suffer for what I did to you."
"Sirius, I can't—"
"Myrtle, please. I know you are hiding something. Please tell me."
She was afraid.