Severus
Tell me why.
Tell me why you made me cry. I don't think you understand, really, Lily, you don't understand the agony.
Will you ever? I dread to think that you will - because of course, what I wish, blindly wish, is that you'd love me, and I'd never let you feel like this.
It's not only what you think - what you think in my head. This is everything, but you are the last straw.
I thought I knew the meaning of rejection. It was newly defined, its inherent meaning made ridiculously dry.
Will you ever know? Who could say no to you?