There's a thin line between love and hate. Sometimes it's hard to tell which, othertimes it's both.
realted to a series of other oneshots that are kept that way because if I did it in chapter form I'd never up date because I like to write out of order. own nothing! J. K. is the boss. Alas I am a penniless writer on FF, just enjoying writing with characters that aren't mine. Though if they were, Sirius, and anyone else of or relating to the marauder era would not have died. But alas, it cannot be. (Well, not unless your a fic writer wink wink). Oh, please don't sue. Remember penniless?, it would hardly be worth it, anyway, please disregard my madness and enjoy.
She was sitting there crying. Tonks was crying, but sitting up, holding herself and shaking, staring at him. Tears flew freely down her eyes and she hated him. She hated him so much. He was sitting there in the corner not saying a word. His eyes showed that he cared and wanted to help, but he couldn't say anything. Not a word in her grief to comfort her. He wouldn't wrap his arm around her and hold her tight, pull her hair back, and whisper words in her ears that would make her pain go away. He could but he didn't. That was why she hated him. Though she couldn't hate him, she couldn't. As much as she wanted to she couldn't. It was like two wolves inside of her fighting all the time, hate him or not to hate him, love him or despise him, Hex him to the point of death or make love to him. She didn't know what to do, and the wolves kept fighting, tearing her apart; driving her insane. He never said he loved her, but she could feel it, in the looks he gave her, and the way he held her tight, so close as if he didn't she would slip away. She was, she was slipping away and he wouldn't even tell her that everything would be okay. She needed him to do that, to save her. But he wouldn't, that was why he was a coward. That was why she hated him.
