Not That You Asked

What do I do now?

I swore I wouldn't give her up.

I won't.

I love her.

Why does it have to be him?

I don't care.

You are my friends, but you don't have the slightest idea what it means to be me.

If you were my friend you would know what it's like to be me.

If you were my friend, you would be happy for me.

Neither of you knows what it's like to be alone.

Actually I do. Everywhere we go, people see you.

They never see me.

They see you and your friends.

Neither of you knows what it's like to live in purgatory with people who tolerate you at best and loathe you with every breath.

You don't know what it's like to be overwhelmed with overachieving older brothers.

I can see why you love him. He has a family you can be a part of.

Of course they're my family. They're your family too.

Or didn't you know that?

Why do you have to be so selfish?

She's going to run to you the first chance she gets.

You just had to rip her away from me didn't you?

You can have anyone you want.

My sister would kill to be with you.

Then we could be brothers for real.

We'd be brothers for life.

Why?

Why her?

Neither of you knows what it's like to live in purgatory with people who tolerate you at best and loathe you with every breath.

Why?

Do you know what this is going to do to us?

Do you know what those kisses you give him mean to me? They kill me inside.

It's not fair.

I'm happy. I'm finally happy.

I'm happy for myself.

I'm happy for us.

I just wanted to you to know that whatever the future holds, someone out there loves you.

He loves her.

He has to tell her he loves her.

She probably believes him.

I don't need to look at her to know it's true.

I just wanted you to know that wherever you are, you'll always have a part of my heart.

And she will.

I know him.

He doesn't budge an inch when he's committed to something.

If he loves her, he'll never stop loving her.

I just wanted you to know, no matter what's happened, I'd still die for you.

He would say that.

And he means it.

He nearly died last year.

He nearly died to bring a corpse back to his parents.

He nearly died second year in the chamber.

He's always nearly dying.

How can he do that to her?

How can he put her through that grief?

I just wanted you to know, no matter what does happen, I'd gladly die for you.

Because he loves her.

He loves her and he'd die for her.

Do you know what those kisses you give him mean to me? They kill me inside.

He loves her and we're killing him.

Do you know what that kiss you gave me meant to me? It kept me alive all summer.

He loves her because she kept him alive.

He loves her because she did something to keep him alive.

She loved him for him.

She always has.

She's always stood by him, even when I didn't.

He's always thought to look after her.

They see me and they see his friend.

They see his friend because he's the one who gets things done.

Did you ever stop to think? Did you ever stop to consider? Obviously you didn't.

I have now.

I think we both have.

He never complains.

He's the one we all dump on.

And he never complains.

At least not out loud.

He hated me last year.

And I deserved it.

He hates me now.

We've done nothing but throw everything at him.

Throw it right in his face.

Not that it counts for anything.

Of course it counts for everything.

You're our friend.

You're our friend and we're killing you.

You knew this would happen when you wrote her this.

You knew how we'd react.

I hate you.

You love her and I hate you.

I hate you because you deserve to be happy.

You're my friend.

Why her?

She kept you alive.

She gave you a reason to keep going.

I gave you a reason to stop living.

I don't have to tell you to rot in hell.

We've put you there.

We put you down and kept you down.

We abandoned you when you needed something to hold onto.

You have everything you'd ever want and I took the one thing you think you need.

What do I say to you now?

What do you want me to say?

Do you want me to let her go?

Let her go so she can go running to you?

You know she will.

You want me to be as miserable as you are?

Of course you don't.

Even after last year, when it came down to it, you ignored me being petty and jealous.

You even got the twins to buy me new robes.

You thought I didn't know about it, but I found out.

That's so typical of you.

You get kicked in the teeth and you just keep giving.

I get kicked in the teeth; I kick back.

I can't accept loosing anything to you.

I know I should.

I know you wouldn't just die for her.

You'd do it for anyone.

Including me.

Including both of us.

I wish your parents were alive.

I wish you'd had my life.

That way I could hate you and not feel guilty.

You deserve to be happy.

I hate you because you're so miserable.

It's impossible not to feel guilty.

It's impossible because I know you feel guilty.

You've kept quiet and we've let you suffer.

You'll do right by her.

I just wanted you to know, no matter what does happen, I'd gladly die for you.

You won't just die to keep her safe.

You'd die to make her happy.

I'm looking at her now, and I know.

It's killing me to know what she's going to do.

It's killing me to know what she's going to say.

I don't need divination to read the tears that are streaming down her face.

Someone's opening the door now.

It's him.

He sees us.

He sees the letter in my hand.

I can see the betrayal in his eyes.

The letter was meant for her alone.

He never meant for me to see it.

She looks up and sees him.

She looks up and runs out of the room.

She runs out before I can stop her.

She doesn't even stop to say goodbye.

She runs out before I can tell her I love her.