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~
.