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A/N: THIS IS THE FIRST OF MY STORYS THAT HAS BEEN BETA-D!
Special thanks to my wonderful beta libaka!!!
So, enjoy!!!
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What's left of me
Once in a while I remember. How it felt to be humiliated, to be laughed at.
It's not that I felt bitter then, I really didn't 'cause I've never been treated different.
Just how can you miss something you don't even know?
But everything changed on that particular evening...
The evening when you kissed me, I suddenly knew how it felt to be cared for.
And I was scared to death... It almost broke me when I had to see that hurt expression in your face as you realised that I didn't respond the kiss.
Sparkling green eyes, glistening with tears.
My broken beauty...
I hate myself for breaking you yet I couldn't return your feelings; I wasn't even able to try! Why? Oh, that's an easy thing to explain: I didn't know love. No, scratch that last bit, I do not know love! And how could I? Me, who's never been loved by either parents or relatives, me whose only aim in life was to learn how to erase all my feelings so that nobody could hurt me, or worse, break me.
And I succeeded...
Yet, sometimes I remember your kiss and I wonder how things would have been if I'd allowed myself to just lean in your kiss for a second...
Once in a while I remember and I can't say I don't miss love 'cause that'd be like denying being a halfblood. It might work for a while, still, in the end truth would hunt me down and bleed me dry.
But deep down inside I wish I never felt as much as the shadow of a feeling rush through my life for then I wouldn't have to blame myself for the death of the one and only person who dared to love me.
Emptiness in my mind except for the rare moments of remembrance.
That's what left of me—a forsaken heart bleeding with the image of what could have been and what actually happened.
The End.
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A/N: I know, the hints are really vague but still I hope you guessed whom this tiny little story was about... Well, let's put it this way... A certain Slytherin teacher muses over his lost love who happens to be the mother of a famous Gryffindor... And I'm not talking about ole' Sluggy snogging Blacky...um, Mrs. Black, I mean... Though this might be a good idea for the next story... +thinks about it+ Geez, no, even I wouldn't be that insane+g+
Hope you enjoyed it!