Cry when I read it

Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you staying, or what?”
“I…” She looked anguished.
“Yes – Yes, I’m staying. Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help – “
“I get it. You choose him.”
“Ron, no – please – come back, come back!”