I should have known.
From the eyes, you see. Those damn eyes. Not so much grey as silver. SILVER. Damnit! How could I be so stupid? Silver has killed many a werewolf so why didn't I see this coming?
I had fallen in love with the silver eyes of the black man. And it has killed me. Not physically, of course, where is the tragedy in that? But I am just as broken and cold as poor Lily and James, but where is my rest? Damn him.
The boy I met on the train.
The man I took into my bed and my heart.
The one who betrayed us all.
The one who has killed me.
The one who laughed when they took him away.
Those silver eyes shimmering with mirth.
The silver eyes that haunt my dreams.
The man who haunts my days.
The evil most foul, the traitor.
The hole in my chest.
The pieces of my soul still whisper his name. For, although he does not deserve it, I love him still.
And I hate myself for it.