No, no. Not you.
(Useless, pitiful coward.)
(She'll never feel that way. Not about you.)
(And you—you do nothing.)
You can be brave. You know you can. Somehow. You're a Gryffindor for god's sake.
(A pathetic excuse for one.)
No. Just for a second. You can be brave. You promise yourself.
(The same day she looks at you as anything other that what you are—an idiot, a coward, no one, nothing at all.)
You have to leave.
At least she'll be happy, happier at least, without you.
(Nothing but a coward.)
AN: For Kelly because it's her birthday, but this is not her birthday fic. Her birthday fic will be much better than this, I hope. But angst is nice, yes? Angst is very nice.