Didn't Mean to Hurt You
By: Hermoine L. Granger
Disclaimer: don't own.
A/N: Oh wow. I got this idea while going to the bath room. I like, even though it's sad.
I stare at the innocent girl. She's standing in front of me, her brown eyes borring into mine. Crying my tears. Tears I created out of my own selfishness and hate. No, not hate. Love. I cannot love her, cannot dream to have her. She could never love me.
Then why is she crying?? Why are tears streaming down her face? Tears I don't stop, I can't stop. They're her tears of love, and they're what makes me me. For three years of my life, I've lived for those tears, those eyes, those lips. I've lived for her. How many times had it seemed wrong, how many times had I wanted to end it? And how many times had I continued onward, only for her. There was no hope in my life, nothing but her.
In my heart, I know she can live without me. Her life will go on. But no longer can I stand what I'm going through, I don't want to. If I break off my love for her, I can finish my life, I'll never have to feel alone again. Who loves me? No one.
Except for her. She's clinging to me now. I think she knows . I know she knows. She knows me more than I know myself, she can tell. Why does she love me? Who could love me? I'm trying to let her go, for both of us. I'll die, and she'll go on. It's clean cut and dry Hermione, let it be. Let me be. Don't love me. You could never love me.
Why are you lieing to me? You keep saying you love me, and you can't go one without me, what are you talking about? You're so beutiful, you could have anyone. You're so precious, I know that, doesn't everyone else? You're never alone. I'm always alone. You're wrong, I don't pity myself. No, Hermione, don't leave.
She's gone. Gone from me. Why did she run? I'm sorry Hermoine. I didn't mean to hurt you.
By: Hermoine L. Granger
Disclaimer: don't own.
A/N: Oh wow. I got this idea while going to the bath room. I like, even though it's sad.
I stare at the innocent girl. She's standing in front of me, her brown eyes borring into mine. Crying my tears. Tears I created out of my own selfishness and hate. No, not hate. Love. I cannot love her, cannot dream to have her. She could never love me.
Then why is she crying?? Why are tears streaming down her face? Tears I don't stop, I can't stop. They're her tears of love, and they're what makes me me. For three years of my life, I've lived for those tears, those eyes, those lips. I've lived for her. How many times had it seemed wrong, how many times had I wanted to end it? And how many times had I continued onward, only for her. There was no hope in my life, nothing but her.
In my heart, I know she can live without me. Her life will go on. But no longer can I stand what I'm going through, I don't want to. If I break off my love for her, I can finish my life, I'll never have to feel alone again. Who loves me? No one.
Except for her. She's clinging to me now. I think she knows . I know she knows. She knows me more than I know myself, she can tell. Why does she love me? Who could love me? I'm trying to let her go, for both of us. I'll die, and she'll go on. It's clean cut and dry Hermione, let it be. Let me be. Don't love me. You could never love me.
Why are you lieing to me? You keep saying you love me, and you can't go one without me, what are you talking about? You're so beutiful, you could have anyone. You're so precious, I know that, doesn't everyone else? You're never alone. I'm always alone. You're wrong, I don't pity myself. No, Hermione, don't leave.
She's gone. Gone from me. Why did she run? I'm sorry Hermoine. I didn't mean to hurt you.