A/N: Again, a Marlene chapter. Hope you enjoy!
#550. Cold Heart
I hate you, Sirius Black. Although you probably know that already.
You, crushing some poor girl's hear every step you take. You, lying through your teeth, saying you love them but really feeling nothing at all.
Which isn't a surprise. Your heart's cold as snow-frozen, really.
That is, if you have a heart.
You know…I actually loved you. Well, not you, obviously. I wouldn't be in love with a heartless, unfaithful jerk like you. I was in love with a dream. A dream that was funny, protective, mischievous and caring.
I even knew about your "player status, yet I still said yes when you asked me out. I heard all about how you kissed every girl in Seventh Year-and sixth, too!-except for me and Lils. Lils doesn't really count, though, because James would probably hex you for eternity if you lay a finger on her, yet alone a pair of lips.
So really…one more kiss, and boom! You've officially kissed every girl in Seventh Year.
But still, I thought it was real. That you actually loved me. That this wasn't like any other time, that I wasn't like any other girl.
What an idiot, huh? I bet every other girl you've kissed thought that, too.
It's like you were collecting all the hearts you broke. And you needed one more heart to fill the jar-mine. Are you happy now? You stole it. You broke it. You finally filled your stupid jar.
I don't think it's your collection that bothers me, though. Even though it's disgusting. I really couldn't care less about your sick game. What bothers me is that I willingly gave you the last piece of your sick puzzle when I swore to myself not to. Never.
Hmm, I wonder what Sirius Black is feeling while he is reading this. Oh, that's right-nothing.
Because your heart's cold. Frozen.
That is, if you have a heart.