"To say that I went on a self destructive rampage across that part of the world would be... an understatement. I started drinking and smoking and snorting anything I could get my hands on. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered. I'd royally fucked up my life by running like a scared little girl instead of facing what everyone else had to face once the war was over. I'd killed my parents by being so goddamned selfish -" She cut herself off, hand pressing over her mouth as her voice came dangerously close to a sob. Draco looked away from her, down into his own lap as he gave her a minute to compose herself. As he sought composure of his own.