"Sev?"
Severus's swiftly wiped his tears on his sleeve and continued writing in his weathered Potions book. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a vivid red head poke from behind the large tree trunk. The rest of her body followed, deftly jumping from root to root. Severus's heart seemed to skip at every jump the red head took, but he resisted looking at her. He now felt the soft breath of the girl  on his face, and smiled faintly. He looked up at her, the black curtain of hair parting around a sallow face, with dark eyes and a hooked nose. Severus wondered when he was alone, why Lily Evans was still his friend for he looked and felt so ugly... But as he looked into her bright green eyes, it didn't matter anymore. He never once felt ugly in her presence, and that made him smile wider.
"What's up Sev?" Lily asked, concerned. She now sat back on a root, pulling her knees up and holding them close to her chest.
"Nothing," replied Severus quietly, returning back to his Potions book.
"You've been avoiding me for the past - Sev?! Have you been crying?!" said Lily incredously, leaning close to him and holding his face in her soft hands. She forced Severus to look at her, and he did although reluctantly. He had never cried in front of Lily. Never. And he wasn't going to start now. But once more, he looked in her eyes, which were examining his face carefully.
"You have been crying..." Lily whispered in half fear and half awe. Snape did not answer, for the image Lily and that Potter boy together seered through his mind in a whiplash of pain. He clenched his teeth tightly, a small vein throbbing in his temple, but he still look defiantly at Lily.
"Are you going to bother to tell me why?" she asked skeptically, now releasing Severus' face and rolling back onto her heels. He looked at her, hate eminating from every fibre of his being, Potter still flashing in his mind. But Lily seemed not to notice it. Instead she made herself comfortable on the nearest root, her elbows resting on her thighs and hands cupping around her chin. She watched him intently, staring at him unblinkingly with a determination that shook Severus. After a long few minutes, he suddenly broke.
"Why Potter?" he spat.
Lily sat back, now satisfied. She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked, "So this is just about him now?"
"It's not about him, it's him and you!" Severus' voice grew louder at every syllable. "Why did you choose him? There are SO many other you could choose, but why him? He is the most insolent, rude, arrogant, stuck up little...COCKROACH I'VE EVER SEEN!!" Severus' voice was louder than Lily had ever heard him before. His hands were shaking and his face was contorted in anger. But Lily was not afraid. Instead, she narrowed her eyes dangerously and flared, "You don't know James like I do, Severus! He's only like that because you are exactly the same!"
Severus tried to put in something, but Lily shouted over him, "The only reason was because people like YOU are befouling the air with pain and curses! HE wants to stop it!" She stood up, an angry fire in her eyes. Her voice now toned down to a soft final saying, "And I agree with him."
With that, Lily Evans whipped around, black robes curving around her. She jumped back over the roots and landed on the other side. She stormed up the castle without a single glance at Severus.
He was amazed, sad, angry and shocked all at once. He did not know what to do. Never once had they argued like that and now Severus knew that whatever relationship they once had was over. As he stared out to the darkening forest in front of him, the tears once surpressed spilled out of his black eyes, small silver streams lining his face as the sun set behind him.