Hey, Sev?
I miss you.
When are you
coming back?
Who am I kidding?
You're never
coming back.
Not the real you,
anyway.
The one with the morals,
and the ambitions;
the hope,
the playful energy,
and the compassion.
Now,
you think that's
a bleeding heart,
don't you?
An idiot
who didn't realize
friendship
was never worth it.
You're wrong.
The you from before
is smarter
than who you are now.
But you'll never believe it,
because
you think
you're always right
I keep hoping
you'll be back
someday,
with that trademark laugh
that usually only I could cause,
because losing you was like
losing Tuney
all over again.
I never realized
how much I cared
until you
were gone.
Do you miss me?
Could you possibly miss me
as much as I
miss you?
It hurts,
the indifference
in your eyes
when I walk by you
in the Great Hall.
I open my mouth to greet you,
and you turn to a friend;
whoever's closer.
Anyone but me.
I know it's just a pretense,
for now.
But you believe it,
and what you believe
about yourself
generally
becomes true.
Don't you remember?
All the fun
we had together?
Staying up past midnight,
talking about
whatever caught our fancy?
You think
all those hours
were wasted.
I'll be frank;
I thought so, too,
for a time.
But then
Someone told me
"Wasted time isn't truly wasted
If you enjoy doing what you did."
And I enjoyed that.
Every minute of it.
I know you did, too.
You'd wait for me
to be back
and brighten your day.
I did the same thing;
even sending Howlers,
once, in the summer,
because I couldn't stand
the wait.
If you just took a chance,
faced the truth,
looked back,
you'd know.
You miss it, too.
But I know you,
and you would never admit
anyone else
was right.
Yes, all this time
you could have spent
studying.
All those hours
you could have worked.
But you're not a workaholic,
and neither am I.
We can't work forever.
Everyone needs a break
once in a while;
what better diversion
than this?
You'll never admit it
to yourself,
though.
On the outside,
You're still the same.
But on the inside,
you don't care anymore,
you keep telling yourself.
And maybe,
now,
it's true.
I don't want it to be true.
Shame the world
doesn't revolve around
what I want,
else you'd never
have left.
I still miss you, though.
Every day
it hurts.
You're better
at pretending
than I am.
We'll talk,
and your cool business exterior
seems to fall.
It's almost like
you're back again.
But
Something's gone.
That spark is lost.
The bond is broken.
And it's not the same.
It's hard.
Living without you.
Your presence,
your words,
full of confidence,
when you're playful,
when you're nervous.
You opened up.
And now,
The door to your heart
is closed.
Maybe forever.
And now,
it feels like
there's no one
to confide in
anymore.
It feels like
everything
is falling apart,
and I'm so alone
in the midst of all
the debris
and falling rubble.
Shattered.
Crushed heartdrops painting the floor.
There's no one to talk to
anymore,
the way I talked to you.
I miss you.
Did you ever
miss me?
Will you ever
realize
that you did?
