Sirius slammed his fist into the wall and sank to his knees. He began to sob on the ground, not caring if Harry, Hermione, or Ron were home. All he wanted, was to be dead so he could be with her. Not like she would want him, though.
Who is she?
Memories and hurtful thoughts flooded his mind.
Lily, I can explain!
He weakly punched the ground and became too shaky to move, and his knees were too wobbly to stand.
No, Sirius. You said that it was a drunk mistake last time. You don't need to explain. I'm sick of your lies.
Her red hair, blowing in the wind. Her green eyes, vibrant in the sun. He had won her heart from James AND Severus. And now, he had broke it because of desires that were only temporary.
Lily, please! Stay!
He knew it was his fault. He wasn't trying to blame anybody else. It was entirely his fault that he didn't have her.
Please understand, if I see you again, don't even say Hello.