Severus Snape sat in the kitchen on his flat and watched cars pass by his window.
He was holding a delicious golden apple in his hand but for some reason he hadn't taken a bite yet.
The apple was just so beautiful, the light flowed making it glow. He admired it wishing he could be that beautiful.
"Well little apple, it's just you and me." He spoke softly, sweetly.
The same way he had once spoken to Lily.
He made up his mind, he just couldn't eat it. Maybe he just wasn't hungry, but maybe it was something more.
So Snape let the apple be and slowly it browned, and died a lonely death.