Stag /stag/

Noun A male deer

Adverb without a partner at a social gathering

"Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it," Kagome whispered, eyes drawn to the moon above.

The brunette before her released ragged breaths, his formal evening wear in disarray. More so than from a simple jog to catch up to his fellow Griffyndor in the rain.

"But Kags..." He stopped as a stuttering breath escaped the drenched girl.
"Please, it's just-" His voice escaped him as her captivating blue eyes drew his way.

"It's what?"

"..."

"Nothing? Because that's exactly what's between us now. Nothing," She continued on in a hollow voice, simply staring blankly as date to the Yule Ball's expression dropped.

James Potter felt his heart rip out his chest and onto the floor, the knot in his throat choking him.

His date, his girlfriend, his Kagome was leaving him. And it was all his fault.

"I thought...I stupidly thought that kind of life was behind you."

The rain around them continued to fall, obscuring but not hiding the tears that now streamed down her cheeks.

When he had first seen her earlier in the evening, she was a vision that had him walking on cloud nine. And now, her makeup slipping away, royal emerald dress growing heavy, and raw hurt in her eyes. He had made her into a mourning beauty.

"I'm going to walk away, and we'll never talk to each other again. A stag, even the least impressive should have no problem with the ladies. I'm sure you'll have no problem finding someone else to return to the party with."

But he could find it in himself to let her go, he did not want to.

She had always forgiven him before, he prayed it would be just the same now.

"You can't leave me. You're my everything Kagome," He begged, knees knocking as he stepped forwards, "Please. I'll do anything.""What is it you call yourselves? Marauders? When I first heard that I thought it was cute," A reminiscing yet haunted smile appeared, "But now I see the truth behind that. You truly are a Marauder. You plunder and take whatever you want."

He remained silent, unable to speak.

"And I was stupid to give it to you. I gave you my heart, and I was ready to give everything to you," Her voice lowered, a whisper barely heard over the twinkling of rain, "But it's okay. I understand now. I got your message loud and clear."

Her raven hair that once ran down her back in waves clung to her face and body, blending into the darkness around them and displaying like tentacles carrying her away from the silent boy.

"I will never be enough for you, James Potter."