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He never knew how he affected her, how she longed for his love. Even when she left, I still wonder if he knew.

Away

Seen through Katie's point of view

He never knew the affect that his life had on hers. Even when he asked her to the Yule Ball, he still only thought of her as a friend, nothing more. He was too blind to see that their friendship was a stepping stone compared to the relationship she craved for. His jokes and pranks brought smiles and laughter to those who witnessed his notorious acts; but it was his smile that brought one to hers.

He didn't realize when he got into the fight with the weasel of a boy, Malfoy, that it was his wellbeing she worried for, not Quidditch. She never could handle him now seeing how his actions affected her. The time spent looking for his replacement, one that would never quite fit, should have been with him, making memories that she would forever remember, and perhaps, yearn to forget.

She never told me she loved him, not in words anyway. The look in her eyes and the seriousness in her voice whenever she talked about him was all that was needed. It hurt me to see her always depressed when she was on her own, then to become unnaturally happy when she was with him. He never saw the changes, just the side that sparkled for him, the one he caused. Or maybe he did see it, and like most things unwanted, pushed it away, hoping that it would fade over time. I cannot bear to think that that was the reason behind his ignorance. Her tear-stained face so fragile; I hate to think what that would do to her.

Then he left, not seeing the toll it took on her. He saw a ticket to freedom, to get out of school, to start somewhere else. I saw the emotions consume her, blocking everyone out. She concentrated on Quidditch, a lame attempt at keeping some sort of connection to him. Sure she wrote to him, and he wrote back, but folded in a box beneath her bed are all the ones she'll never send, the ones that held the secrets, to the feelings behind the laugh.

It wasn't long before I was shut out, then Alicia, then anyone else that cared. I was a busy-body, who put her nose in where it wasn't wanted, but more so, where it was needed. She didn't want anything to do with anyone; days would pass without a glimpse of her. It was then that I should have pulled her into line, tell her that if he was all she wanted in a sea of men, that she should live her life now and not in the past. I knew deep down that he was just clueless boy that couldn't decipher the signals floating around his mind.

The next time I saw Fred was at Angelina's funeral. I couldn't stand to look at the boy, now a man, who was too stupid to see the love that had surrounded him. I ignored his looks; I ignored nearly everyone that day. My best friend had killed herself, because the man that she loved was too unsighted, too stupid, too immature to see that what he had spent his whole life searching for, was in fact, right where he left it.

I left that day with a feeling of regret, knowing that a good person, who would have brought the world so much joy, was no longer with us. I don't know how I will get through this; or how he will. Will he ever understand the meaning behind what she did? Will he realize that his love was all that was needed to save her life? I cannot blame him for what happened, but I wonder sometimes, if he could change what happened, or never did, would he?

But I will never know one such mystery which is, perhaps, for the best.

The End

Written by Kat, prettied up and proofread by DremeKatcher (she's the reason why it sounds so good)

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