Disclaimer: I do not own HP
This is a Lily/Severus drabble
Enjoy…
Some say love is a myth, others a lie, but I would be a fool to believe either. It would be simpler if I did perhaps, but I cannot deny the depths of what my heart feels, or even my very soul.
It's the simple things about her that are so beautiful.
Her smile lights up a room so even the sourest of mood can suddenly become bright.
Her emerald eyes that sparkle like jewels are utterly captivating; I could dive into those eyes for hours and never falter.
Her hair is the deepest shade of red, its uniqueness is undeniably stunning.
Her smile and laugh are often contagious and I find myself doing the same.
Her kindness is unparallel, she sees me when few others do.
Her beauty is incomparable.
She truly is as sweet and pure as her name implies.
Lily.
My Lily.
I cry myself to sleep at night over him. I shouldn't, but I do.
I miss him. I miss him more then I wish I did.
I miss his wit, his sarcastic humor, his cleverness, his brilliance.
I miss the way his brow wrinkles when he is concentrating, and how his eyes twinkle when he has figured something out.
I miss brewing potions with him and our times together in the library.
I miss our walks around the lake and our Saturdays exploring the castle looking for hidden rooms and secret passageways.
I miss his soft touch. The way he smiles at me when he thinks I'm not looking.
His eyes. I miss those deep orbs that are so dark brown most think they are black.
I know I care for him as more than a friend, and I wanted to tell him but…I never did.
No one understood what I saw in Severus Snape, why I wanted to be friends with a poor, anti-social, greasy, potions obsessed Slytherin.
They just don't understand him.
I thought I did. I thought I knew him, but then…he called me that name.
He has chosen his path. A path I cannot be a part of.
I miss him so much, more then I should.
Sev.
My, Sev.
A/N: Just a little something I wrote while waiting for the clothes to dry.
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