Severus was a friend of yours, both in the fifth year and hung out a lot, but you both were developing feelings, and it was obvious to both of you, and you both secretly knew, but neither of you had the courage to tell each other. You were aware that Severus wasnβt very wealthy, and he didnβt want you to know. But you did, and he hated that. He felt vulnerable, he felt that he was holding you back somehow, just by trying to comfort him. Now, standing in the dark Slytherin dungeons, he took your hand is his, standing awfully close, something you were use to, as you both were often close
βI want to work at a flower store, and steal you all the roses I couldnβt affordβ¦β he spoke gently, different from how he usually was, rude. But not to you, never to you.
He kissed your cheek and released your hand, he felt his cheeks redden a bit as he did and strode off to his dorm, words left unsaid. βI donβt know if I want to live anymore, it all feels the same as it did beforeβ he thought to himself, he quickly shook off the thought of telling you that, afraid of burdening you