"No, it's not funny!" Cedric pleads. He pulls himself against a doorframe, looking hopelessly lost. He expected it to go over badly, but not this badly. But in hindsight, he should've expected it. What kind of idiot takes a whole year to realise they like someone, especially a year after they rejected the same person?

"I'm not messing with you, I swear it. I'm just---"

He gasps for air. How to say this? How can he express this horrible feeling?

"--just a stupid bloke with a crush who's seeing it for what it is too late," he says in a quiet rush. He'll have plenty of time to cry once he's out on the street looking for a new home, he tells himself. As the everything-ruiner, he's the one who has to leave.