The fourth week, she gave up on sleeping at night. Esme would troddle over to the balcony. The temperature was warm for the end of February, and she would cuddle up on the side of the couch, peering out into the endless darkness. Sometimes her eyes would flicker to the corner of the balcony where he once sat. She pictured him sitting in his sweats and hoodies with messy hair wet from the rain. Esme was deprived of human interaction, and it was tearing her apart from the inside out. It was as if something was biting at her insides and shredding her soul, piece after piece. She had gotten attached to Mr.Malfoy in the short time they had spent. There was no point in denying it anymore.