Hello! This is for the One-Word Challenge! It's my very first challenge ever, and a very interesting one, too! This is also my very first one-shot. I really hope you like it.
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"How?"
I can still hear him calling my name. But, of course, I don't care. I still run as fast as I can, not entirely sure where I was going. I could still hear the words echoing in my head...
Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood...
Tears were streaming down my face. Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood. Is that all I was to him? Just some filthy little mudblood? I gave a sob and kept running. Deep down, I knew that I was more to him than that.
But how is this supposed to work? How can we still hang out? How can he still be a Death Eater and be with me? How can we still be friends? How can we possibly be something more, like I know he wants to be? How can this possibly work? How could he have chosen that path, the dark path, the evil path, the Death Eater path, over my path...over me? How could he do this to me? How, how, HOW?
He finally caught up to me, panting. I whirled around and looked at him, still crying, but my emerald eyes boring into his black ones intensely. He was pleading with his eyes.
"How?" I ask. I can tell he got the message. He looked speechless, desperately searching for an answer. He put his hand on my shoulder, still begging with his eyes. I looked deep into his eyes, searching his soul. Then I knew, deep in my heart, that this truly wasn't going to work.
I cried harder. All the good times. All of the laughs, the cries, the memories. That's all they were now. Memories. Scenes of a distant past that seemed to no longer be mine. Scenes of naive little children, scenes that would never carry on into adulthood. No more Severus, no more Sev. No more Best Friends for Life, no more hugging under the willow. No more sharing secrets of our lives that were meant for no one but each other. No more being comforted by him, no more comforting him. It was over. It's actually finally completely and utterly over. I was really crying very hard now, knowing that my tears would never again be wiped away by Severus Snape. I was alone, so alone. I felt so alone. I cried yet harder.
I shrugged away his shoulder and took a few steps back, shaking my head. I was backing away now. He wildly reached out his hand and tried to grab me, tried to keep holding on. Trying to keep holding on to our friendship, our memories. Our past. Trying to keep holding on to me.
But we couldn't hold on anymore. We chose seprate paths, destinies that took us far beyond different. We chose paths that split too far apart to keep holding on. We couldn't hold on, yet we couldn't let go. But we had to let go. I had to let go.
I tore my hand out of his grasp and ran off to wherever my path would take me. He stayed where his path would take him. It hurt, it hurt so badly, because it ripped my heart in two, with the other part still with him. But I knew I had to keep running, that I couldn't stop, or I would never find the strength to keep moving on. So I kept running, away from my old life. I kept running.
Goodbye, Severus.