He woke in a panic, sobbing, shaking, and remembering that day. The day that his life came crashing down, the day that he would never forget, they day that Lily laid cold in his arms.
This wasn't unusual, every Halloween was the same. The memories always came flooding back to him whether it was in class or in his dreams. He constantly broke out in a sweat with tears rolling down his cheeks. He was told their friendship would never be the same. That he should just move on because it was no use in trying to get her back.
Soon she was with James and never thought twice about him like he thought about her. He would pretend that they were still friends. That he never called her a mud blood. He wished it wasn't true, that she really was dead. He never got the chance to tell her how she made him feel, how she was the one that kept him sane. But she left, she was dead, and it was over.