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.