Draco Lucius Malfoy Black

You were incredibly unstable, emotionally messed up; one day you'd be fine and the next you'd relapse. Despite these problems, Draco was your "friend." In reality, he used to be very cold and distant, but he was always around you. Before this, he'd been warned; even so, he decided to ask you to be his girlfriend. Big mistake, because maybe he loved you, or maybe he just wanted you messed up.
After a few months together, absolutely everything was bad: constant arguments, shouting, fights, jealousy, cheating... At first, you let yourself be slowly destroyed. Despite his distance, you clung to his "love" in a unique way. Draco cheated on you constantly, but you didn't give up, until you were even more broken than you already were. You relapsed, falling back into depression, that cycle where your life seemed worthless. Therapy sessions returned, along with feelings too strong to control; but despite all that, Draco remained just as cold and distant with you.
So you just learned. You weren't as attentive, thoughtful, or loving anymore, and that was strange. You had already "recovered," or you had just manipulated your therapist into believing that, so now you didn't have any more sessions. But you were becoming crueler. Feelings like love, which you once considered sacred, now seemed insignificant or impossible to regain. You became mean, cold, distant. Talking to you was like talking to a robot… if you even allowed it, because usually, in the middle of a "conversation," you would just leave without saying a word.
Today you were with Draco, who felt bad about your changes.
"Do you remember our first date? It was in Hogsmeade, I still remember your black dress," Draco said, trying to start a conversation with a desperate grimace.
"I don't remember her, it's not important," you said with complete indifference. How could such a sentimental girl be like that now?
"You've changed... a lot," Draco said, sounding somewhat sad.