His Lily
"Lily, please" Severus pleaded, hoping she would accept his apology. "It-it was a mistake! I honestly didn't mean what I said back there. You know how Avery and Mulciber get...they just wound me up, and then I got upset with you and then-"
"No Sev, I don't know what they're like! I don't like your friends one bit. Haven't you seen what they do for fun? What they did to poor Alice Longbottom! How can you be friends with them and then try to apologize to me?"
"No! I really didn't mean to call you-"
"But you still did! You still did, and you probably think it every time you see me! You know what Sev? I'm tired of this. I'm tired of pretending that you're my friend. Everyone in Gryffindor thinks I'm crazy for being friends with you, and now you've just proved them right. I can't do this anymore." Lily turned around abruptly, whipped her fiery hair into the wind, and stormed away trying to keep an even face. As she left, fresh wave of tears overcame her, and she broke into a run. Students all around began to stare until one boy, Potter, told them all to stop.
Potter. Potter was the reason this had all happened. Potter was why everything had gone wrong. Potter had hexed him, provoked him into calling Lily that horrible, disgusting name, turning him into the bad guy. How could Lily not see Potter for who he really was? Lily was supposed to fall in love with him. He, Severus Snape, who had loved her the minute he had set his eyes on her. He, who had silently watched her, helped her, and guided her through the magical world.
Sighing bitterly, Severus drew his already too short cloak sharply around his body and walked briskly to the dark Slytherin common rooms. Severus wasn't sure how, why, or for how long, but it seemed as though he had just lost the one who mattered the most to him. Lily.
