AN: For the Fifty Ways to Say Goodbye (2/50).
You watch them together.
SeamusandLavender. LavenderandSeamus.
So happy, so free.
And you try to be just as
happy
because you're her (just) friend
and that's what (just) friends do.
But you watch them and you
w.i.s.h.
that you could be him,
that you could be the one to k-i-s-s
her scars and remind her that she's still
alive.
Because you've held her in your heart for so long that your heart beats a steady rhythm of
Lavender, Lavender
every second of every day.
And you've held on to your dreams of
LavenderandParvati
like you could turn the skeletons of hope into the
_flesh_
of reality.
But deep down, you've always known it would
never be.
She is not yours,
and it's time to
let
go.
