But Life Goes On
By: Song
A/U: As to why I wrote this, I've been having a lot of personal problems lately. One of the bunnies got me, and this is how I've expelled much of my turbulent emotion. If I owned any of this, I doubt I would be having many of the troubles that I am right now.
With a soft 'pop' a man appeared in his home to be welcomed by a slender woman.
Greeting him she whispered in his ear, patting her belly proudly.
He gasped in surprise smiling at her and enveloping the smaller woman in a deep kiss and hug. She giggled softly and pecked his lips back. Seductively she grabbed his hand and dragged him into a dimly lit room, filled with pictures. A man and woman's wedding. A couple kissing passionately. Two people silhouetted against the sunset holding hands.
He moved onto the mattress, lifting the blankets to huddle into. His elegant fingers ready to brush away a stray strand of hair, she, looking at him intently. Closing her eyes she wanting him to touch her, wanting his reassurance it was all real.
Last night I dreamt
His lips went to feel her soft skin, but they met nothing. When he opened his eyes and only found frigid air.
That somebody loved me
He blinked, staring into the darkness, willing someone to be there.
No hope, no harm
The covers around him were cold and empty.
Just another false alarm...
Like they always had been.
Last night I felt
He willed himself not to sigh in despair. He was still alone in his dungeons.
Real arms around me
Who could ever love him? An evil teacher, hated by everyone.
No hope, no harm
Who could actually want him around, not to use or manipulate, but just because they enjoyed his presence
Just another false alarm...
No one.
So, tell me how long
He never had the warm body to wake up next too.
Before the last one ?
No one wanted him, lusted him, or even needed him.
And tell me how long
No one would ever long to be held in his arms, sweetly entwined as one.
Before the right one ?
Nothing could save him from this Hell.
The story is old - I know
Love was a demon.
But it goes on
A demon that nothing could stop.
The story is old - I know
He would never have the simple pleasure of sharing a bed.
But it goes on
He would never learn the joy of holding a newborn for the first time.
Oh, goes on
He would never be able to savor the quite moments with his family.
And on
He would never be happy.
Oh, goes on
No, Severus T. Snape would never share any of these things with another.
And on
But life goes on.