A/N: Just a little.. Tiny.. Snape thing. Old. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns my soul, along with the magical world of Harry Potter. Alright? :)
I didn't mean it when I said I never loved you.
I didn't mean it.
Now I'm here by myself.
Myself.
Alone.
Now you're not here.
Let's face it, you never would have picked me. We both know it was always him. Never me. At least not like that. Never. I can't express how much I love you.
Loved. Love.
Crazy how we got to Hogwarts and were best friends, no? Crazy how we promised that nothing would change. That we would always be best friends. Now you're dead and I'm alone. You're dead and he's dead. You're dead and my souls dead. When he took your life, he took my soul. My very being. My one true love. My Lily. My flower.
Now what's left?
What's left?
Nothing. Not anymore.