Sunday was beautiful. You were—are beautiful. Light brown eyes. Honey eyes. Curved, unlined lips…. Kissable lips. And now, no one but you and I know that I kissed those lips. Today is Monday and last night replays in my head. I miss you. And I don't typically miss anyone. Today, I am in agony- but it's a good, masochistic ache. The ache of what might have been, what could still be. As last night plays again in my mind, I wonder where we will stand with each other now. If I will be able to look into those eyes. If anyone will ever know that you took me by surprise and that you're all that's on my mind.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. "Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon" belongs to the Backstreet Boys.
A/N: From Lucius' point of view. Just noticed that that may not be very clear.