Nothing is how it seems
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except the plot!
If your love was as strong as you stated,
Then how did we end up here?
If we were so close,
How come you're so far?
If you told me to believe you –I did-,
Then why did you only lie to me?
If you wanted my love –you got-,
Then why give it back?
When you said you'd die without me,
Then why are you still breathing?
If your heart is hard,
Then why is mine broken?
Why did I get married? Why, pray tell me, did I fucking get married? At seventeen, you don't fell in love. You don't get married just after you finish school.
But I, Lily Evans Potter, did it. Why? Because I thought I was in love. How could I not, with his looks, his elegance, his smile…
Oh the first year into the marriage was pretty good. We got along great. We loved each other. Marriage was the right choice.
But now, three years later, I can see that nothing is what it seems like. We fight more and more each day. He's never at home. Maybe it's because of Voldemort, but anyways... I go to bed; he's not here. I wake up; he's not here. I don't even know if he ever gets home. Thinking of it, we actually don't fight anymore. We can't, because we don't see each other.
I don't feel safe like I felt when I was around him anymore. I don't feel his warmth. I don't feel anything. Love disappeared from this marriage. Nothing exists anymore. Just those long cold nights and me.