DISCLAIMER: All ideas are my own. Just a short Rose and Scorpius one shot.
A stranger, at first.
That's all you were to me.
Passing in the corridor, barely addressing me in class.
We'd barely speak more than 5 words to one another each year.
Until something changed, you became darker, and I became determined to ensure you'd be lighter.
Quick glances that we'd steal at one another became penetrating gazes in a crowded room.
The things I did for you, to make things better, the things I changed about myself for you, to see if you'd notice me.
I'm not sure if you had any idea, but those smug smirks and quick winks spoke to me as if they said a thousand words.
Although I'm sure no one else noticed it, you can't sit and tell me that I meant nothing to you.
We weren't together, that much is clear, from any outside perspective it was obvious that we were barely even friends.
But you can't deny the way you looked at me when no one else was around.
The way the corners of your eyes would soften and crease, crinkling like tissue paper, if I only threw one glance in your direction.
No one else could see the way your eyes lingered on me, how heated they became when I held your gaze.
No one else could see the way your eyes softened, and brightened when I said your name.
No one else could see the way your eyes would fall when I finally pulled away.
And maybe, just maybe, I got in over my head. Maybe I mistook your kindness, that rare but sweet kindness as affection.
Maybe because it was so rare, it made me think that you liked me more.
And yes, looking back on it, I was stupid for letting it escalate the way it did.
But no one can deny that we had something.
No one can deny the way you'd moan my name in the silence of twilight.
No one can deny that you'd melt underneath my touch.
I was drowning and you were the current that swept me under, pulled me beneath the shore so I depended on your every wave, every ripple, every pull of the tide.
Our fights were so intense that my heart would rip itself out of my chest, even now I feel the burn and pounding in my lungs when my brain even thinks of your name.
And how you used to be mine.
Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to grow old with.
And now you're hers.
I wonder every day why you invited me to your wedding, watching you twirl a spectacular beauty around in a stunning ivory dress that was meant to be mine.
The life that was meant to be mine.
You told me you'd come back to me, that you wouldn't be gone very long.
And so I waited, like a fool, day after day after day, desperate for the time you'd come crawling back to my arms.
But you never did.
Instead you owled me a gold embossed invitation, declaring your marriage, to a woman you know I despised, and on a date that was so sacred to the pair of us.
Or at least I thought it was, sacred I mean.
Our anniversary, and it's the date you decided to marry her.
All the love we shared together, all the things we did together, the promises we made on this special date, and it's the one day of the year you choose to marry her.
The one day of the year I thought was special to the pair of us.
I don't care if you tell me it's loveless, I won't sit around and drown my sorrows any longer.
And when we meet again, which I'm sure we will, don't you dare look in my direction or call my name.
Forget the nicknames, and the pet names and the love we used to share.
It's broken now, gone, melted away, all because you were never brave enough to admit what you really wanted.
Because you followed in the footsteps that so many have chased before.
Coward.