A/N: A little drabble to bid your time with. A total EWE story...because I hate it when Snape dies...sometimes. :o)
~Belladonna
Little Questions
Green-glass eyes bore into him…waiting for an answer.
And what can you really say to something like that?
The question is so full of finality; scares him more than Voldemort ever did.
He's amazed that this moment is reality and not some hallucination. Maybe it is? It's too perfect to be truth.
He never expected to be here with him.
Time seems infinite and yet, fleeting.
It's time. He must answer.
Firming his resolve, exhaling the breath that has been trapped since the question was posed, he decides (as if there was ever a doubt to the answer.)
"I do."
