Sometimes, Lily didn't know how hard she made things.

The way she flounced

and flaunted.

The way she l-a-u-g-h-e-d.

Her smile.

Her humour, her thirst for revenge.

And the ((innumerable)) ways she'd come up with to i-n-s-u-l-t James Potter.

.

::It tore at Severus's heart::

Locked in his soul.

Just to remain c.o.o.l.

Just to stay "hidden"

Just to not tell her how he loved her so very much.

::And it was much::

It would ruin all they had.

It would changethewayshelookedathim.

Their friendship.

Their time together.

.

So he stayed s-i-l-e-n-t.

He harbored this envy.

This fear (that she might be taken away?)

This s-e-c-r-e-t that stuck in his chest.

That tickled his t-h-o-u-g-h-t-s.

That plagued his h-e-a-r-t.

That worried him,

because what if he never got the chance?

How many chances would he get?

How *many* times would he never give in?

How :many: times would he be sorry for it?

For he had no Gryffindor courage to speak of.

And pretty lilies didn't fall in love with snakes.

But he could be there

{for her.}

He could {love} her enough for the both-of-them.

Masking his own pain.

Making his own bed.

And lying in it too.

~Oh how he hated this lying~

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