She pushed him in the chest hard, tearing the breath from her lungs and the heat from her chest. She was hallow. "NO!" Justine shouted and stood, letting the blanket fall around Harry while hot chocolate splashed across the snow. The cold bit at her as her fingers rose to cup her cheeks.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME."

Crazy. That's what they said. Stupid slut.

"YOU DON'T CARE."

Her nails dug into her scalp as if she was trying to rip herself free of her own body. Stupid. Stupid Stupid. Her frame began to tremble and any step her took towards her would be met with another step moving away. "You don't know." She whispered this time, her voice haunting. "You're just like everyone else. You don't even try. No one does." No even Thomas.

Tears fell freely down her cheeks as specs of blood dotted the pristine snow. "You don't care about me. You're a liar." Stupid little whore.

Then Justine was gone. In a flicker of magic.

If he check her bedroom door he'd find it locked and bared. She didn't care if it was stupid to run away. She was stupid to think that she could find love or try to start over. She was stupid, so stupid. Justine didn't want to see him. She didn't want to see anyone. She just wanted to disappear.