I watched her walk towards me and her face was sad. I knew this day would come, but I had not prepared myself enough now I fear. Her crazy hair dancing in the breeze made me smile, and I momentarily forgot about everything else in the world but her. Her smile, her laugh, her sweet lips, her beauty. She approached me with no hesitation and kissed me firmly on the lips, giving me even more reason to be worried.

"Hey," She smiled, but only for a second, "Victor I-"

"Shh." I held my hand to her lips, she didn't need to tell me, I already knew.

Her eyes filled with tears and she hugged me tightly. I looked up and took a deep breath to steady my now rapid breathing. I could feel the lump rising slowly in my throat, and I knew it would be a challenge to keep it at bay. What will become of me now? Will I go home and go about my life as if she had never existed? How could I ever erase her from my memories? She that is so perfect and unforgettable?

"Victor, I'm sorry." Her voice was muffled through my chest, and I squeezed her to get closer.

"Me too." And I was so sorry. Sorry that once she walked away from me, she would no longer be mine. Sorry that I would never see her again. Sorry I was not him. Just sorry. I kissed her fore head and took in a deep breath of her. Magical. Her scent would haunt me for all eternity I was sure.

"Don't you want to know why?" She asked me. But I did know why. I knew she loved him and not me. I had known that from the start. But any time with her was better than no time at all, even if my heart was the one to be broken in the end. I pulled away from her and caught a tear that was escaping down her cheek.

"At least let me tell you one thing," she closed her eyes and steadied herself, "you are wonderful, and smart, and perfect, and I wish that I didn't feel the way I do about him."

Her words did nothing but pierce my sole, giving me a sickening feeling.

"Are you sad?" she asked, "or angry, or something?" She was getting frustrated. I was all of those things she had said. More than she would ever know. I was sad and angry. I was envious of him. He that saw her as nothing but another girl.

"Of course I am," I looked into her eyes and lost myself for the last time, "I am all of those things."

"Then why aren't you yelling or fighting for me?" She shoved me and crossed her eyebrows. I stood still and sighed. This wasn't fair! I was the one that had the courage to ask her out. I was the one who saw her for what she really was, not him. And I did want to yell. I wanted to scream and kick and blast something into oblivion. But I wouldn't. Not in front of her. I wanted her to remember me as I am now; Calm and completely in love.

"Fight for me!" She yelled as she pulled her wand from her robes, holding it level with my throat.

"No."

"Fight for me you coward!" Her face was drenched in frustration, and her hand was shaking.

"No."

"Please fight for me, please." Her willingness to make me angry was fading, and I slowly extracted her wand from her tight grasp. I watched her breathing get faster and faster as the thoughts running so wildly in her mind changed her expression countless times. She stepped towards me and kissed me urgently with a small whimper. My heart was screaming at me to push her away, to hurry up and let her go, to get it over with, but my teenage instincts were getting the better of me. My breaking heart thumped its last beats as her warm lips tried their hardest to soothe me. She pulled herself from me and I held her face in my hands.

"Hermoine, I will always love you."

"And I will always love you." She spoke in such a whisper she was barely audible, but her words kept my heart attached by a mere thread. And so it ended just as quickly as it had begun. I would never love another woman the way I love her. She is my first and only true love. She walked away from me and I watched her and her crazy hair leave me forever.