Title: The Obvious
POV: Sirius
Sometimes the things you don't want to see, the things you don't want to believe, are the most glaringly obvious. Every time you turn around it'll be there, staring you in the face until you just can't deny it anymore…And I can't deny it anymore.
You're perfect for each other.
There. I said it. The words damn well blister my bloody lips but it's true. You're so disgustingly, sickeningly perfect for each other it makes me want to vomit.
Nice ey? As nice as watching your best friend's life turn out just peachy while your own falls apart. I'm not just talking about her James, not just talking about your perfect romance with the only girl who ever meant more then casual sex to me. Not that there's anything wrong with casual sex, it's very gratifying - does wonders for the ego, but somehow it's just not quite the same. But that isn't what I'm talking about.
I'm not a bitter guy, I don't resent you for having the family I could only have hoped for, for being pure in a sense that doesn't translate to murdering in-bred fanatics. Although unlike my dear old mum I don't actually place a whole lot of value upon the origin of that which flows through a persons veins.
No, but just because I don't resent you it doesn't mean that if I hear once more about how in-fucking-credible your family is I wont maim the person who spewed out the same old line.
Do you know what I hate? Having to be grateful. I hate having to acknowledge how much I owe you. Hate relying on you, hate taking from you.
James I like your family, and they've done a lot for me, but everytime someone starts singing their praises it just reminds me how indebted I am to you. And every time I think about what I owe you I think about how superior it makes you. And in the end it all goes back to the fact that you got the girl.
She chose you.
The fact it wasn't even a hard decision, actually, the fact that I didn't even get a second thought doesn't exactly cushion the blow.
Two months in fifth year that clearly meant less then a fraction to her of what they meant to me.
That's what it all goes back to.
And whilst I don't like owing people things at the best of times, that makes it sting just a little bit more.
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