A/N: I fear it is truly the end, my friends.

Severus stared out of the window and slammed his fist against the wall. This was the last day he was ever going to let himself be sorry for himself. He was sick of it.

It was Lily's wedding day, not that he was invited. He had contemplated going anyway, but decided against it. Even if it was his worst, he was not going to spoil Lily's best day. He slammed his fist against the wall again and caught sight of the Dark Mark on his arm. It brought back several memories, all bad. He regretted ever being weak enough to follow Lucius, Goyle and all the others into Death Eaterism.

He was staying at the Malfoy residence at current. Lucius had always been good to him. Severus sat lightly on the edge of the guest bed and pulled out a well-worn letter. He read it mostly by memory, only barely glancing at the actual paper, and tossed it to the side. It was something Lucius encouraged him to get rid of, though he never did.

Hearing someone come down the hall, Severus quickly put the letter in a box that he shoved under his bed. After Potter had gotten them to stop writing to each other, Black had sent all of his letters back to him. There wasn't so much as a note telling him why. Severus had all kept the letters, putting them in order as they were written. There was also another box of letters, ones that he had never sent. They had been addressed to Rus, but he had mostly written them with the intention that they never be sent, and they were now about the equivalent of diary entries. As most of them contained dangerous information about the Death Eaters, he had employed the same magic that had hidden his words three years ago; none could read it except the sender and the receiver.

As Severus stood up, he saw a letter next to where he was sitting. Didn't I just put that away? He thought, confused. Then he saw the letter was sealed; it wasn't the one he put in the box. Curious, Severus sat back down and picked up the letter. It was addressed to S. Snape, so he broke the seal and read the letter.

Sev,

Well, the wedding is now in the past, and so is the girl named Lily Evans. Despite you never answering my questions, I knew how much you liked her. Losing her friendship, and then her hooking up with James probably broke your heart, and it's partly my fault. In these past years I have wondered about the possibility of having the Sight, though I'll bet my words were more of a jinx. More like a curse, Severus corrected dryly. He continued reading.

Since you are never going to read this, (except I obviously am now, Severus thought, rolling his eyes) I can say that I'm not sure if I should be happy or depressed. Now that James has become part of a family, he thinks he has "outgrown such childish things as pranks and sneaking around at night." He even suggested dissembling the Marauders! I'm moving out soon. We're still best friends, but I need a little distance. This last year has changed him a lot, though you wouldn't think that way.

I bet you hate me by now, between me ending the letters because of James, me nearly killing you, me torturing you every day since September 1st seven years ago. There's no reason to like me at all. (No kidding) Yeah, even I have grown up a bit since we last really had anything to say to each other. I realized what a jerk I've been, though not in time to stop you from achieving Death Eaterism. I blame a tiny bit of that on Lils, one word really isn't enough to be a purpose in ending a friendship, though like usual, I'm probably being an idiot with wool over my eyes and not seeing the whole thing.

I never really thought you would follow Malfoy and the rest into the job. I thought you were stronger than that. Then again, I thought I was strong enough not to care what James would think if he found out I was writing to you. Call me a hypocrite. (Okay, you're a hypocrite)

I didn't actually stop writing to you, I just stopped sending the letters. This actually surprised Severus.

I'm pretty sure you did the same thing, as I'm sure you don't write letters to your parents. I can't help thinking that if I had, or if you had, kept sending letters, things might have turned out differently. Well, obviously they would have turned out differently, but I suppose you know what I mean.

Well, I had best get back to the ceremony. These are dark times, and I intend to enjoy every moment of happiness that I can. Who knows, in the near future I may be wrongly accused of something and sent to Azkaban. In that case, I'll need every happy memory I can get.

Rus

Severus put the letter down, shaking his head. Sirius really should stop predicting the future; it had a tendency to be right. What might have happened… No, can't think about that. I would be killed for such thoughts.

Folding up the letter, Severus stood and walked out the door, tucking the letter inside his pocket. He had things to do and stuff to destroy. And soon, he would be out of this darkness. His skill in Occlumency had not come from dishonesty or being a traitor. He had to hide his hope behind a wall, from both himself and the Dark Lord, only to be noticed in private, and barely then.

Still, it was nice to have Rus on his side.

The End! Thank You All! My first completed story, and I owe it all to you guys!