She sipped her tea slowly and kept her gaze away from Sirius. She didn't want to know what she was thinking. She knew she was being pathetic and such a girl she hates it, too. But it's what she felt. She didn't want to cry anymore. She wasn't a crier, she used to look down at those girls at Hogwarts that cried over an immature boy.
She swallowed a lump in her throat before she started telling Sirius the story. "Well, um," she began, "I guess it started a few months ago when we completely forgot there was a full moon and he transformed right when we were making dinner and since then he had been distant and I figured he might feel better after the next moon when he knee he wouldn't hurt me, but it didn't change his mind. He broke up with me because he didn't want to hurt me," she said thinking this hurt ten times worse than a battle wound. "I tried to convince him this wasn't the way when we loved each other, but he started punching walls and said love was foolish and he just made me so mad and I hit him and walked away." She finished, she had gone over the scene in her mind dozens of times hoping to see if there was a way it could've gone any differently but Remus was too stubborn.
She took a sip of her tea and said defeated, "That's pretty much it. I think."