I'm not J.K. Rowling and neither are you.
It brought him pleasure. That's not to say there was no sense of shame in it all. Just an unexpected catharsis. The news had come quite sudden, bringing about an immediate drain of emotions.
Perhaps it was meant to happen. The breaking of the neck, the constricted airway. Beating the tragic kiss; only to be thrown out like filthy, disease- infested rags.
The solemn, tear-drenched note from his beloved mother. Telling her son it would all work out in the end. Knowing he'd be a fool to believe such nonsense.
But his mind was wandering from his father's forced passing. There was no need to hide now, no reason to deny his love.
I'm not a perfect person,
there's many things I wish I didn't do.
But I continue learning,
I never meant to do those things to you.
The instigator of his fears, the reason for his false front of hate now nothing but a cold, stiff corpse.
And, so I have to say before I go,
that I just want you to know.
No longer forced to play the part of Salazar's heir. His father's expectations now dead with him.
I've found a reason for me,
to change who I used to be.
A reason to start over new,
and the reason is you.
Released from the clutch of his arrogant patriarch, she made him feel alive. Her formally forbidden vitality now within his reach.
I'm sorry that I hurt you,
it's something I must live with everyday. And, all the pain I put you through,
I wish that I could take it all away;
and, be the one who catches all your tears.
That's why I need you to hear.
Done with the cloak on his back. Such a desperate man. Leaving his son in desolation. Oblivious to his only desire. Absence truly making his heart grow fonder.
I found a reason to show,
a side of me you didn't know.
His steel, gray eyes welled with tears, as he softly mumbled, "I'm sorry Hermione."
A reason to start over new,
and, the reason is you.
It brought him pleasure. That's not to say there was no sense of shame in it all. Just an unexpected catharsis. The news had come quite sudden, bringing about an immediate drain of emotions.
Perhaps it was meant to happen. The breaking of the neck, the constricted airway. Beating the tragic kiss; only to be thrown out like filthy, disease- infested rags.
The solemn, tear-drenched note from his beloved mother. Telling her son it would all work out in the end. Knowing he'd be a fool to believe such nonsense.
But his mind was wandering from his father's forced passing. There was no need to hide now, no reason to deny his love.
I'm not a perfect person,
there's many things I wish I didn't do.
But I continue learning,
I never meant to do those things to you.
The instigator of his fears, the reason for his false front of hate now nothing but a cold, stiff corpse.
And, so I have to say before I go,
that I just want you to know.
No longer forced to play the part of Salazar's heir. His father's expectations now dead with him.
I've found a reason for me,
to change who I used to be.
A reason to start over new,
and the reason is you.
Released from the clutch of his arrogant patriarch, she made him feel alive. Her formally forbidden vitality now within his reach.
I'm sorry that I hurt you,
it's something I must live with everyday. And, all the pain I put you through,
I wish that I could take it all away;
and, be the one who catches all your tears.
That's why I need you to hear.
Done with the cloak on his back. Such a desperate man. Leaving his son in desolation. Oblivious to his only desire. Absence truly making his heart grow fonder.
I found a reason to show,
a side of me you didn't know.
His steel, gray eyes welled with tears, as he softly mumbled, "I'm sorry Hermione."
A reason to start over new,
and, the reason is you.