From Here
You can smell her blood, and you know it's over. The fight that you've been destined to lose has finally come to an end. There's no time to wish it different or non-existent. You, my dear friend, are the "loser" in this game of win or lose. The girl was right where you could have her, and still you let her run to the other man, the enemy.
The tears threatening to escape are held back as you prepare a complicated mess of words to throw at them. You will end this battle as a dead man, but you will leave in a flash of colors so vibrant, so amazing, that not even that "wonderful" Pureblood will be able to mimic. She will remember you, whether she wants to or not. As she walks away, her steps set for leaving you behind forever, she will see your face and feel the pain you once endured for so long.
As you watch them perform a kiss filled to the brim with blood, you can't help but to realize that from here she looks so beautiful. She's an angel covered in the blood of another, and you want to be the one to save her. Oh, dear friend, I only wish the best for you. How will you go on knowing that her love is now only for another?