Sometimes he wondered.
Staring at the sky, as the stars stared down at him from the heavens.
Sometimes he wondered. Could it have been?
With thoughts of emerald twinkling at him as they discussed the weeks assignments.
Sometimes he wondered, if she would have been happy.
That was all he could do though, was wonder. Because she had Potter, and Black to keep her company and all he had were old books, covered with dust and decrepit with decay, like him.
Sometimes he wondered, as he stared at the broken home.
He would flinch whenever he saw green. Only seeing her.
Sometimes he would gaze at the sky, not really there, and he would wonder.
Would you have stayed if I told you?
Sometimes he wondered.
And to himself, he would whisper to her.
"I love you."