A/N: So, this is another lil drabble I wrote up the other day. I'm finding they're quite fun, yet still challenging. Anyways, hope you all like it. Feedback would be much appreciated!

Didn't she understand? He knew how wrong it was. He hated the fact that he felt this way. Towards her. It horrified him. He tried to ignore it, but that didn't make it cease existing, make it stop. He'd tried everything to make it go away. Everything. But nothing worked. It was still there. Inside of him, making him feel these things. That didn't mean he wanted to feel them. But the way her look affected him proved it. It tore his heart to see her so disgusted with his love.

It was better this way. For them both.

Obliviate.