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Agony.
It was the only adjective to describe what he was feeling right now.
And that was it, nothing else, no thoughts, no words, absolute emptiness.
Except for the agony, that was still there.
All of his senses were cut off; his eyes were blind, his nose stuffed, his tongue turned to dust, ears plugged, and he didn't even have the good fortune to feel numb. Every thing was just, gone.
Gone.
Everything. At least, in his world anyway.
Even her.
And she was his world, so yes, it was all gone. Out of his reach. Forever.
And it didn't even matter that she hadn't spoken to him in years. He still cared; cared so much it pained him. Even if she had run off with that Potter. She was still her, and that was all he cared about, but now, now she was-was…
Was…
And then, through all the haze, he felt like retching, and, falling to the floor, the piteous man emptied whatever he had (out of pure will alone) forced down his throat that morning onto the tile beneath him. He didn't much care though; he just rested his head on the cool tile right next to his waste, not smelling it, not seeing it, and simply, he breathed, thoughts, emotions, and all motor functions, not working.
A system shutdown.
She was dead, and his entire being rejected it.
So he lay there, looking oddly calm as his very soul ripped itself to shreds.
He was in agony.
Agony: pain, suffering.
And so that man was at his lowest point, all because of that woman, and that sinful thing that he (and many others) had had the audacity to call 'Lord'. He'd be regretful of it soon; whenever his body woke up. But for now, he was just a lump on the floor. Or, as he would later state: a pathetic lump.
And in a way, he was a little pathetic, lying there, very near his own filth, but he did, have good reason; he loved her.
Love.
Severus Snape loved Lily Potter.
And he was in agony because of it.
A/N Writing this was soooo depressing, but I love Snape, u know ever since I found out that he was in love w/ Lily all that time. So I decided to write a fic on his feelings when he found out Lily was dead. Or at least my interpretation of it. But whatever.
Tell me if u like it? Tell me if u don't? I'd really like 2 know! XD