Severus and Lily
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There is a silence in the moment. He stares at her, longingly, desperately, finally glad to have at least been able to catch her attention for five seconds. She's been avoiding him. She knows that he knows it. She stares back. He open his mouth to say something, anything, but she quickly turns, her beautiful auburn hair inches from whipping his face (and yet he still wants to reach out and touch, run his fingers through it, tell her how much, oh, just how much) and she runs off, her footsteps echoing and disappearing down the stone hall.
He wishes she had stayed. He wishes she would've paused to hear him out.
But she isn't obligated to. She doesn't owe him anything. He knows that.
