Disclaimer: I siriusly don't own the Harry Potter series.

Well if you're reading this because you know me as the author of "100 LilyJames one shots" then I warn you that this isn't a funny piece of writing like that story but rather a sort of depressing one. You've been warned (not to try and scare you off or anything I just mean it's probably not what you're expecting).

Written for the "Kissing in the Rain" challenge.

Enjoy :)

Too Far Gone

What are you supposed to do when the one, the only one, you love is walking away from you because of something you chose for all the wrong reason. Reasons you only can realize were wrong now that she's already taken her second step away from you. Already half way gone.

She just stands there.

Staring back at me as I once again have found myself at a loss for words.

With a lack of explanation.

I know just as well as she does that it's not good enough for her anymore.

I'm not good enough for her anymore.

If I ever was.

She had always been able to put aside the differences between us like the houses be belonged to. Me Slytherin, her Griffindor. Or our families. Mine proud and pureblood, hers humble and muggles. She said these differences didn't matter because they weren't choices we had made, only fates handed down to us.

But this, my right hand automatically fingered the hem of my left sleeve, this stamp of his that marked us as part of his collection, she considered it a choice. I couldn't bring myself to tell her it was an obligation, something I didn't decide, only followed through with. This was the first time I'd ever thought she wouldn't understand.

The sky started to cry the tears that I couldn't. At least not in front of her. The drops of cool water caught in her eyelashes and dripped down from the bridge of her nose went unnoticed. She only had eyes for me. And that's what I was afraid of.

My time to talk was almost up. The seconds she would wait for me trickling by until there was none left.

She sighed, telling me wordlessly that my clock had run dry. Now it was her turn. Oh goody.

"Regulus," she said softly. Little did I know that that would be the last time she ever drew my name from her lips.

Mary. I answered her though only in my thoughts.

"Clearly," she continued with her voice devoid of expression or feeling, "You've chosen the path you wish to take." She sounded like a recording. Nothing but the words. Her eyes flicked to where she new my dark mark would be with a hint of the agony seeping through, then back to my face where they returned to their black and cold armour. As if determined not to be distracted again.

"Your path is going in the opposite direction of mine. Lines only ever cross once, Regulus. So," she continued taking a shaky step towards me. "I think we better say goodbye now, before we're already too far gone." She leaned in and closed her eyes, pressing her lips gently to mine, holding me there. I closed my eyes, too.

Rain pattered down us, dripping down our touching faces. Her soaking hair dancing on the base of my bare neck. After a lifetime much too short, she pulled away. But I didn't open my eyes.

I needed to remember every bit of it because my heart told me it was the last of the best.

And that made me hate it.

When I finally peeled my eyelids open she was gone.

Gone from as far as I could see around me.

And from as far as I could feel inside of me.

Plain and simple gone.

Well that's that. Now go and read something cheery to make yourself feel better.

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signing out,

wolfie marauder