A/N: Just a short fiction that I was holding off because I want to finish my other stories. Review, please.
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"Do you even bother to miss me?" she could feel beads trying to force their way out of her eyes, "When I go, do you?"
She's pacing, not bothering to look at him because sometimes it's just too hard to see the cold that resides there. She should have gotten used to it after over 2 years but there's always that moment she catches them at a certain angle and feels a tightening in her abdomen. She balls her fists and stops in the middle of his room. Her feet are bare and cold from the dark floorboards.
She's been away again.
Biographies, articles, textbooks, old parchments that are barely legible. The dusty smell is still evident on her, he notices. She's been gone far too long, and far too often. He gets sick of waiting for her to realize that she should be here with him. That he can make her whole when she needs it. And he knows she needs it now, but he forces himself to believe now isn't an appropriate time. She is angry with him, again.
"You don't even look at me like you used to," she was turning from him, and he could feel his body revolting in anger. She could not keep doing this to him. "You don't love me, you don't even miss me."
His flat palm came in contact with the hard desk, causing numerous things to topple over and spill. A rising scent came from a potion that peeled the paint off the table, but Severus ignored it.
"Do not tell me what I feel!" she was still turned from him, but he did notice her flinch, "You are the one who leaves. It's hard to miss something when you don't even remember what to miss!"
Something in her revolted as well, and she wheeled around like a mad woman and forced herself to look into his eyes, where she could still faintly see the man she fell in love with.
"I have become second to pages, ingredients, foreign countries," he spat keeping his eyes on hers, "to Imps, and wolfsbane, to the Ministry."
Severus could go on for hours, he knew she studied expansivly and he could have used it then. But he was far too tired to mention the tiny factors in the reason why he never gets to spend time with her.
Stepping closer, the smell of mildew and plants was stronger than before. They always took a shower together when she arrived home after a trip. Last time she smelt of herbs.
"Do you know what I think about when I can't sleep?" He asks, and she doesn't respond. He answered anyway, because he needed to say it.
"I think about the first time you spent the night with me, and how I can't sleep without you correctly since then."
He could see her body shift and her muscles soften slightly. "Why didn't you mention that before?"
"I'm still waiting for you to realize you're too good for an fool like me." he could have lied, but it didn't occur to him to even try. And after the words were out he could sense the mood in the room change.
"And I'm still waiting for you to ask me to stay."