Part two of my little Christmas series. I would be happy about any kind of feedback
Snape 1 – after Lily ended their friendship
It was snowing. Severus didn't care. He stood still and let the snowflakes fall down on him. He didn't feel them set in his hair or melt on his skin. He really didn't.
The only thing he meant something to him, that he felt, was the ache for the girl in the house on the other side of the street. In the house he had been watching for what? Half an hour? He didn't know.
The only thing he truly knew was that he wanted her back. He wanted his friendship with Lily Evans back. But he knew that wouldn't happen. She was angry. Angry at him. Angry and hurt. And she blamed him. Even though it was Potter's fault! It was always Potter's fault! And if it wasn't, that it was the fault of Sirius Black!
Severus blinked. No, he didn't want to think about Potter and Black. He really didn't. Not now. No. He was here for Lily. He wanted to apologise. He should. Maybe there would be a Christmas Miracle and she would forgive him.
But what if there wasn't? What if she was just going to yell at him? Or worse – simply calmly close the door in front of his nose?
He couldn't bear that. It would destroy him. He should wait. He would wait till she calmed down. Till she forgot. Till she forgave. He would wait till next year. Even though he missed her. He missed her so bad. But he couldn't risk losing her forever. That's why he would give her time. That's why he would wait. And try next year.
Severus looked at the warm, lit house one last time before he averted his gaze and turned to walk home. Home – the empty cold building with nothing but his alcoholic of a father inside.