A/N: I'm surprised anyone actually read this. Thanks, accidentally broken and Features of Blown Youth!
As I watched Severus walk away from Gryffindor common room, head down and hands in his pockets, I felt remorse.
He had apologized. Multiple times, in fact.
And I?
I was a fool to let him go.
We were best friends, once upon a time. We told one another everything. We used to stay up and point up at the stars, admiring the graceful twinkle. It was like a wink from the heavens. And I promised to remember him every time I gazed up at Vega of Lyra, like Teddy and Emily from my favorite children's book. We had read it together.
But we grew apart as the years passed.
Don't we all, at some point or another?
Growing up is inevitable; growing apart is optional.
Breaking a friendship of nearly a decade?
That was completely my fault. If only I had forgiven him.
True, Severus had been the one to say that horrible, degrading word.
But it was my choice to turn him away. To negate his apology.
And for that, I would be eternally sorry.