How are you meant to feel when you are the one responsible for the love of your life's death?
Guilty?
Ashamed?
Grief-Stricken?
Empty?
The surface of the earth had been swept out from under his feet.
His stomach felt like he was falling.
It flipped, twisted and churned.
His lungs struggled to breathe in enough air and his brain was full of white noise.
The pain in his chest was excruciating.
Lily was dead.
Murdered.
All his fault.
Rage suddenly swept through his body like a tempestuous fire.
It swallowed him up, engulfing his senses.
He promised to keep her safe! He promised...
But as quickly as it arrived it flickered out.
Replaced by grief once again.
Gone...
It was at this moment that Severus Snape wished he would die.
He wished his shaking hands would have the strength to hold his wand and to mutter the incantation that would allow him to follow her.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
The guilt and the grief built up around him. Seeping into his skin, weighing him down.
Eyes blurred with tears he fell to his knees, gazing up at the stars scattered across the nights sky.
Even though he couldn't see her, he knew she was up there.
Somewhere.