This was originally written for the Metamorficmoon Last Chance Fic Showdown. My Prompt was blind.
The song used is 'Blind' by Lifehouse, hence the link to my prompt. I don't own that song, just as I don't own Harry Potter.
This is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend, and if he ever read it he would know why.
After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
He's gone, and I really can't believe it. The bed is still rumpled and untidy where we made love earlier, and I can still smell him on my skin. But he's gone; for good. My best friend and my lover just walked out of my life and took half of my soul with him.
I take a disgusted look at my lank, mousy brown hair in the mirror. This is what he's done to me. It's the why that I can't understand. All of a sudden he's too old for me, too poor and too dangerous as well. All this time we've been together and he's only just decided that he's not suitable.
And I couldn't get it into his head that all this time I have loved him, and haven't cared about any of those things.
I hold my head in my hands as the tears start to fall down my cheeks, and I know these won't be the last tears that I'll cry for Remus Lupin.
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go
I bury my head in my hands in a futile bid to block out the memories that dance tantalisingly across my mind. And to stop my hands from shaking; they've been shaking ever since I tried to work up the courage to tell Tonks it's over. How is it possible to feel so desolate when you know you have done the right thing?
I feel hollow inside, as if the real Remus Lupin died when he saw the hurt in Tonks' eyes and all that is sat on this rock is a shell of that man. She doesn't know how hard it was for me to break her heart. I will never be able to make her see that I love her more than I can ever tell her, more than I ever thought I could. Tonks doesn't know that I love her enough to leave her, for her own good.
But that will be little consolation during the long cold nights among my kin when I long for her touch.
Have I done the right thing?