Please read while listening to September by Daughtry (:
He hated him.
That boy with her green eyes.
When that boy looked at him, right in the eye, that familiar defiance flashing green, he had to stop himself from breaking into pieces.
Every glimpse of the color green drove him insane, memories nailing themselves into his mind, cracking his mask into a billion tiny shards of glass.
The way her teeth flashed when she grinned, the way her red hair would fly when she whipped around.
He hated that boy.
The arrogance of his father, the messy black hair, the blatant disregard for rules.
His father in miniature.
And yet...
And yet, though he tried to ignore it, though he tried to pretend that it wasn't true,
He was her.
He may look like him, like his father
But he was her.
He was the way she spoke, he was the way she thought, he was the way she simply was.
And he hated him for it.
He would look up from his desk for a moment, a flash of green catching his eye, his heart jumping for a millisecond in unbelievable hope, and then it would come crashing down, burning yet another scar into the abyss that made up his soul.
Then he would clench his fists, dark hair swinging 'round his face and get up, posture stiffer than ever.
And he would carry on.
He would always carry on.
The first time he laid eyes on the boy with her green eyes, he realized what love was.
What love truly was.
It was loving and hoping and crying and wishing that one day it would be over, that happiness would finally come to terms with itself, that sorrow would turn to joy at the break of dawn.
It was breaking and tearing and ripping to pieces what could have been, what might have so gloriously been.
It was the knowledge that she was gone and that he was here, between a distance to great to cross.
It was the knowledge that he was nothing.
That the boy was everything.
To her.
Love was something that he knew, more than anyone else.
Something he would never let go.
It was his secret, his burden to carry.
So he would love her from afar, from so very very far, love her till his last dying gasp, praying that wherever death took him, it would also take him to her.
Love her forever.
And yet...
And yet, while life still held him tightly in its' clutches, he couldn't help it.
He couldn't help but hate that boy.
Woot. Down goes another one. (: Yeeesss, lily/snape, haha, but whatever, i cant help myself. :P I was listening to that song, and I was like...wow. This is definitely a story that should be told.
And since i figured nobody else would tell it the same exact way i would, i figured i should give it a shot. :]
Soooo, please read and reveiw! I liveee off them, as you know. :]
:) fanta-faerie