My third story--- Lily and Severus' disappear after the word "
Mudblood" How would they feel? Tragedy and friendship. No romance. Inspired by Taylor Swift's You're not sorry. Some parts are from the song lyrics, maybe a little edited.
"
Mudblood."
Lily gasped, her eyes bored into Severus' black eyes. She had always loved his beautiful eyes, and he, her. But now she hated them. They were full of hatred. He said the unforgivable word. She had enough. That
signals the end of their friendship.
~~~
"I'm sorry!" Sev said.
"You're not sorry! No!"
She turned and ran away until she found a quiet spot. She leaned against the old wall, her arms embracing her legs, chin on her knees.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Tears of misery. Tears of disbelief. Tears of self pity.
He was not sorry. She knew it. He was just sorry for their friendship, not for the word. She gave him so many chances, but he just let her down. She did not want to get hurt anyone.
He could tell her he was sorry, but she would never believe it. She knew they were very different. He was going towards the Dark and there would be no turning back. She had wasted hope in him.
She stood up and wiped her cheeks. In the night, a small red-head girl was seen walking back to the Tower and her shadow was long, following her, engulfing her.
~~~
"You don't need to call anymore. I won't pick up the phone. You know that was the last strike."
"But... I 'm sorry!"
"You're not sorry! You're just sorry to lose a friend! Sorry for yourself!" She snapped and the door slammed on his face. That was the end then. The end of everything. He had nothing to live for, not anymore.
~~~
"Yes, my Lord." Severus said numbly. He was marked, and her voice rang in his head. "You're not sorry!" He flinched. After their friendship ended, he joined Voldemort. After all, he had nothing to live for, there was only Dark Arts left.
~~~
It was as word. Just a word and it destroyed his own life. She died. Because of him.
~~~
11 years later he saw those emerald green eyes again. He was reminded of her eyes. Hatred whelmed inside him. Self-hatred. Her eyes of pain. Yet, it destroyed his life once again. No. Wait. His life was already destroyed. Just worse, he supposed, although he thought his life was the worst already. He really wanted to end his life. Or perhaps, better said, his existence.
