As the birds tweeted, the sun rose over the Scottish Highlands, casting a rare sun ray across the lake. Two figures could be seen walking down to their favourite beech tree, which gave them peace, at least for a while.
These two figures just happened to be the subject of every conversation that every Hogwarts student above 12 had told excitedly to their peers. Lily and James. The star couple. Their silhouettes could be seen snuggling at certain moments, and even sometimes snogging. Only a fool would not realise that they were madly in love. After much perusing, James had finally got what he wanted. Lily Evans. To be truthful, Lily had been in denial for several months now, too scared James would reject her. Of course, once James got a whiff of this rumour, he acted. He got Lily, and everything was perfect. But Lily had forgotten someone. Someone…that still cared for her. And that someone was watching the happy couple right this moment.
Severus Snape.
Lily had forgotten Severus.
And Severus believed,
No, he knew,
That it was his fault.
He'd try harder in his next life.
And as Severus slit his wrists with a quick 'Diffindo',
His last thought was,
'I love you, Lily.'
Then he dropped.
Only to be found by an unsuspecting lone werewolf,
At the dead of night.