Her eyes. They're all that I think about most days. Even now, when I'm not near them and will never see them again. I wish I could go back in time and tell her that I never meant to call her that word and tell her how much I love her. I know she chose him over me and that even if I told her, she still wouldn't change a thing about the now. In another life, I would make her happy so I wouldn't have to say that she's the one that got away. But to just tell her the truth and have her know it would make me able to keep going.
What's this? Her son lives? He has her eyes! Why does it haunt me now still? All my regrets in life are going to just haunt me now and forevermore, embodied in her son. In a few years, he will show up at Hogwarts and be a stupidly spoiled brat, just like his father was before him. I'll be forced to look into Lily's kind eyes and see no love in them.
I'll stay around this school, though, because I long so very deeply to see those eyes once more. Even just once and I can go on longer. So, until her son shows up, I'll live off of memories and her photographs.
Please, whoever is out there and may hear my plea: Let Harry be his mother again instead of his father. I need her in my life or you might as well just kill me now instead of making me suffer.
AN: I know, I'm sorry! I should have No Longer Perfect but this would not leave me alone! It jumped into my head and I couldn't get it out of my head!