Dear Lily,
I'm sorry. I'll keep saying it until you realize I mean it. I've never forgiven myself for letting Potter get to me and for
taking it out on you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so bloody sorry.
The truth is, I would never hurt you. I love you and have always loved you.
Severus crumpled the parchment angrily, slinging it against the wall. It fell among a pile of unfinished letters, their
words too flimsy to matter.
He loved Lily, but he was too much of a coward to say so. Maybe he didn't deserve her. Maybe she was better off with Potter who never had a problem telling her how he felt.
Sighing, Severus grabbed a fresh bit of parchment.
Dear Lily,
Congratulations on your engagement. James Potter is a very luck man. I wish you the best.
-Severus
He looked at the parchment with an almost smile. Maybe he'd be brave enough to send it.