Confused (Under Construction)

Of course.

Severus’s P.O.V

Ugh, why can’t she love me back! I thought to myself, while trying to read a book but feeling horrible inside to really know what I was reading. When I had her at free will I didn’t take her...of course and now I am stuck in love with a women I can never have. It’s quite sad how I pushed her away. Now Solange is married to the man she is supposed to be married to. Remus. Although, Charline kept her mothers maiden name. What I am trying to say here is no one loves me anymore...of course! There is no more love revolving me I am just a man full of utter pain and sorrow about how I pushed my second love away. It’s always has your fault, Severus, and after you make your big fat mistake you regret it and still have feelings for that person...of course! Now I have nothing...but when ever did I have anything? People say you never notice things till after you do them...a line my mother taught me...and there are only two ways you could end up, for instance: The happiest person who ever lived or the most miserable man who ever lived. But as you can see I am a miserable potions master full of a past that I wish I never remembered. At times I wish I would never have been born. Childish you say? But there is not one moment that I don’t ever regret. But of course those are the things that just happen to me!

Charline’s P.O.V

“Oh there you are, Charline!” exclaimed Adelaide rounding the corner of the hedges.

My head was stationed to the ground not even bothering to look up and see her. I felt a bit bad for Severus at this moment...I shouldn’t have told him her was un loyal.

“Charline, whats been wrong with you lately?” she asked sitting down next to me not slouching even a bit. “I have notice that potions teacher from Hogwarts bothers you some what, would you like to tell me why?” asked Adelaide gently. 

I looked up at her. “It’s a really long story,” I said looking blankly at the little statue sitting across from us. 

“Long or not I would like to know, I am your friend Charline,” she murmured.

I shook my head gently looking for a place to start. “It all started with my first triwizard tournament,” I sighed and continued. “I was in my second year, and as a twelve year old you could ask me to do anything and I would most acceptedly. Well that year Dumbledore wanted Severus to have a dance partner and since I didn’t have one and I was in second year Dumbledore asked me.” I grumbled remembering how naive I was. “And since I wanted to go so badly I accepted happily and went skipping off to the library like the naive little idiot I was. Celine, my ex-friend got asked as well by some fourth year that thought she was cute!”

“Why is she your ex-friend?” asked Adelaide.

“Celine, put my name in the goblet and got all mad at me on purpose so she could be “popular” like Cristelle Bouveir. But Cristelle never expected I would really get into the tournament. Being “popular” isn’t everything. One thing that came in her “popular” package was stupidity.” I sighed.

“Some friend Celine sounds, now keep going,” she waited.

“Well I got stuck with him at the ball I could barely even see his face because I was extremely short compared to him and I was also a terrible dancer as well,” I pressed. “Then five years later  I come back for my second triwizard tournament...and that’s when things went bad.” 

I stopped for a second.

“Well,” said Adelaide impatiently.

“I-I fell in love with him, he did as well,” I sighed. “Then I found out he used to date my mother,” I looked away.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Oh of course, because thats just what happens to me!” 

“Oh, well that’s just terrible!

“Yeah, its not the best thing but I am over him now...there is nothing to worry about!” I said slowly.