A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this but it's as good as it's gonna get. I wrote it at 4.30am because that's when the evil plot bunny happened to come past. I knocked a glass onto the floor and, bang – a story line. Review and make my day :) Any constructive criticism is welcome, but flames will just get laughed at.

Remus's POV

I should have realised from the beginning that it would have never worked out. It would have saved so much pain. I guess people like me just aren't destined to be in relationships.

But that didn't stop me from loving her.

From the first time I saw her on the platform, I was captured by her radiant beauty; her vibrant red hair and startling green eyes.

I still remember like it was yesterday, how we met on the train, how we shared a compartment because the others were all full, how we talked and became fast friends.

I fell in love with her right then, even though I never dared voice my thoughts through fear of being rejected.

As the school years went by, we became closer, spending more and more time together.

Most people thought we were a couple because we spent so much time walking round the lake, even though we never did anything except talk.

I always wanted us to be something more, but a part of me kept saying it could never be.

After all, she was starting to fall for the boy she had hated with such passion for so many years. Hell, I didn't blame her. Which girls didn't like James Potter?

But then one evening he asked her out (for the what, 500th time?), and she didn't reject him.

That was the evening I knew I had lost her. I knew I had lost whatever chance I might have had if I hadn't kept my thoughts to myself.

Have you ever dropped a glass and watch it shatter irreparably into hundreds of pieces?

Something that even reparo doesn't seem to be able to repair?

That's what I felt happened to my heart that evening. James and her dropped it to the floor and watched it break when he asked her out, and she accepted.

Of course, they never knew what they were doing. Me being the fool I am, I never let anyone know my feelings, let alone him or her.

So I pretended to be happy for them, putting on a brave face as the girl I had known and loved started to drift further away from me.

And then they were married. Of course they were. They were perfect for each other. At least that's what I kept telling myself. Nothing could have ever worked between her and me.

As time draws on though, I can't help but wonder what it would have been like if I had told her how I felt. Sometimes I even contemplate sending her an owl, but my self-reasoning part prevents me. I would hate to come between their perfect lives together.

So I push those thoughts to the back of my mind, along with the others that could never be.

People like me are destined to be alone.

Now James, Lily and Peter are dead, and Sirius is in Azkaban. I'm the only one of our little group left. Not a day goes by where I don't remember them, see their faces, and hear their voices. It tears me apart inside, as if the shards of my broken heart from so long ago have not healed.

However, of all the pain of this loss, I think the thing that hurts me the most is how I never managed to tell Lily 3 little words in all the time we spent together.

"I love you."