Amelia sat silently and didn't move a muscle as Draco tended to her foot. She wondered if it had been deeper or worse, would she have felt it then? Was she even capable of feeling anymore? Because all this emotional attachment to people here ever got her in the end was more heartbreak. It was hard to think of the cup as half full anymore, or even half empty. It was hard to even envision it at all.
"I'm tired Draco," she said as though she were far away and not really speaking to him after he finished talking about what she should do now. "I'm tired off all of this. This place was supposed to make things okay, make people happy. But all it does is cause false hope, and then pain. I just... I'm too tired. I don't think I can do it anymore. I just... can't." Another tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away, shaking her head and taking a deep breath to try and center herself.