A/N- This is an OC story where Snape is dead and the OC is visiting his tomb. I gave her no name bacause I imagine there are many woman out there who have these kind of feelings about Snape. I hope you enjoy.

The woman gazed at the black marble tomb with hard eyes. For a moment, she glanced at the white marble tomb next to it. The two men, like their tombs, had been complete opposites but at the same had been so similar.

The woman's eyes returned to the black tomb. Her fingers brushed against the name carved on the side of the tomb. Tears spilled from her eyes and landed with silent splashes over the dark marble.

Severus Snape had not deserved to die. The world knew that, thanks to Harry Potter. He had openly admitted to being wrong about the Potion's master, but the woman had never doubted Severus. It had been nearly ten years since Severus Snape had taught her and, were he alive, she doubted he would know who she was. She was just another of the thousands of students that passed through the halls of Hogwarts. She did not stand out. She had graduated and lived a normal life. She never forgot the man who had first captured her heart though.

Something about his intimidating and overbearing attitude had instantly caught her eye. For seven years, she had watched and waited but with little hope. Snape was her teacher and would never cross that line with a student. Despite this, she still had some hope.

When she graduated, she had nearly told him of her feelings but had chickened out at the last minute. How she regretted the decision now. She would never get the chance to tell him of her feelings. She would have to live with all the "what ifs". She would always have to wonder what could have been if she had only told him that day.

She waved her wand and a bouquet of white lilies appeared on the tomb. She knew lilies were the right flower. The white contrasted magnificently against the black marble.

She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She had to return home before anyone noticed her missing. She kissed her fingertips and pressed it to the cool marble.

"I will always love you, sir," she whispered before turning away. She pulled her cloak hood up and apparated without another glance back to the tombs.