Mystery Character's POV
I see him.
He sees me.
I look at him.
He looks at me.
We kiss.
We are submerged into a wave of passion, heat of romance dripping through my veins.
But then it's over.
And then I wake up.
I love him, but I have only loved him in secret.
He will never know. He can never know.
I have shielded it from everyone I know; a veil has isolated me from the world.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
When will he see me the way I see him?
It's not fair!
And now I'm lying on the cold hard ground.
I loathe her.
Being with him,
Bragging about being with him.
I loathe her.
Ahhh! Ahhh!
But if we were together,
It would only be
Trouble, Trouble, Trouble.Life. It is not something we can control.
It is not something anyone can control.
But why do we have to love?
Why?
I will stab Aphrodite with all my might.
She will die.
Even immortals will die, someday.
That will happen.
I promise.
I killed Dumbeldore.
I am not Snape.
I am not Draco.
But I killed Dumbeldore.
And I am in love.