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The Fog...
...Featuring Severus Snape.
The fog came out of nowhere, and with it came the cold bitter autumn air. The dreary weather made the entire castle even more damp and cold, and it seemed that nobody could prevent the cold from seeping into their bones.
Severus Snape seemed to be the only one that didn't mind the weather much. In fact, it suited his mood perfectly.
He was bitter and cold; more so because Potter and Lily had become friends. She was falling in love with him, and he hated it. It pained him knowing that he could have been the one she was falling in love with instead of that arrogant bully. But he blew his chance by calling her a mudblood and there was no way of taking it back. Those thoughts made him even colder. It would add to the façade that he had built up; that he was impenetrable.
Even though the fog and bitter cold passed, it seemed that some of that coldness had seeped into his heart. His façade was complete. His heart was now made of stone- as cold as the gravestone of his only love. The love he had tried to protect, but failed.
A/N: Wow. That was my first try at writing major unrequited Snape/Lily. Actually, it was my first try at writing EXTREMELY ANGSTY! Snape. I don't know if this was any good or not, I was inspired by the dreary weather outside my window...It's cold, foggy, and rainy. So tell me what you think about this.