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He held her. He held her in his arms as the tears cascaded down his face. They splashed down on the young woman beneath him like a never-ending waterfall of sorrow. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, savouring the feel and smell of her still-warm skin.
"Lily…Lily…Lily."
Never again would he be able to touch her, hear her, see her. Never again could he watch her from a distance, making sure that she was safe, silently protecting her from the darkness that swirled around her.
Never again would he be able to try to earn her forgiveness for yelling those blasphemous words at her all those years ago. And never again would he be able to convince himself that she still loved him: that there was a chance she might change her mind.
A chance she might pick him. Him, instead of that…boy, that swaggering bully of a man that she had once despised.
"Lily…Lily…Lily."
He lifted his head and looked upon her face. Even in death, she was strikingly beautiful. He took a moment to gaze at her delicate features for the final time.
Her fiery red hair, her pale skin, her perfect lips…her eyes. Oh, those eyes. Those perfect emerald eyes, so expressive and emotive in life, were now empty. As empty as their owner, now a former shell of what they had once been.
"Lily…Lily…Lily"
Still, deep inside of him, as deep as the tendrils of despair that were strangling his heart, was the realisation that he was not fully weeping for the lifeless woman in his arms.
He was crying- no, howling- for the little girl he used to know. He was mourning the loss of a girl who used to make him laugh by fashioning pretend wands out of sticks, who used to make him blush just by touching him, and who used to make him feel loved when life with his parents had became too much to bare.
And, even before that, he loved the little muggle girl, simply because she was so pure and innocent. So blissfully unaware of the chaos blooming around her.
"Lily…Lily…Lily."
Still weeping, he gently laid her down on the ground. By now, both their faces were drenched in his tears. Shakily, he reached out with one hand and tenderly stroked her cheek. She was becoming stiff now, as cold as a December night…as cold as his heart.
"Lily…Lily…Lily."
And then, Severus Snape helped Lily Potter close her eyes to the world for one last time.
"Lily..Lily..Lily…Goodbye, my Lily."
I don't usually ship Snape/Lily, but there's a first time for everything.
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