Title: My End; Your Beginning
Summary: At night she speaks to herself and asks. Only when she is no more does he answer finally. Snape and Lily fic. Very slight SnapexLily. One-shot. Warning: This sucks.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series; you know who does.
Note: This is written solely for my amusement and is not meant to impress anyone so don't expect anything of quality because this simply sucks biggest time.
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Just as it always has been for her, the nights are spent in impermeable secrecy of woes.
Would it take you this much to polarize right and wrong to their respective ends? Do these sorrows and disappointment possess the power to make you refrain from submitting to your dark interests? Are good and evil nothing more to you than a pair of mismatched socks? What magnitude of a shove do I need to give for you to give it a thought? Should we just live the remainder of our days sundered, never to be reunited until we are no more? My face, though now streaming and my voice, barely similar to the one you were always so accustomed to, would they compel that rare smile of yours to show itself once more? Even for the last? Will our paths ever cross again, even in separate spaces of time despite the mountains and seas in between? Are the residues of yesterday only items to lock in oblivion? Do I ever cross your mind, Severus? Even in the cruelest of ways? Do you condemn me still for loving him whom you despise above all? Do you even stop to ponder if I were altogether complete with what I now have, a son and a husband, despite your absence? Do you still call out for me in your weariest times even in whispers? Do I have the power to distract you from the road you choose? Do I? Would you succumb if I ask you to? Beg you to…I guess we'll never know, Sev.
More than a decade and a half later he finally answers to those echoes he so long to linger forever.
You alone made me yearn for something. You alone could push me to joy and despair. You alone granted me the sense of my becoming. Only you could keep me sane from the turmoil that my accursed choices brought upon me, upon you. Only you had melted the shapeless adamant steel that was my heart. And only the thought of you can bring back the sensation of that dissolution. It is you who fueled this breathing to contrive on that night when everything I held and still hold dear was at ruin; the world didn't stop revolving, for the world came to an end. But somehow you lived, you still live, and you will continue to do so to correct my crimes. It is you who paved my way to being a man, to having a soul. You are the only one who remains in me. You are gone yet you live still, if only in my mind. Did you think it mattered that you built a life of your own without the slightest interjection of my presence? Did you honestly think I would hold you sacred no longer? Did you think that what I reserve for you could never fare beyond my remorse for turning my back on you and you to me? Would I have stopped watching you and thinking about you if you had been alive all these years spending every minute of your existence with him? I would rather have ceased to exist. But the time is ripe, Lily. Seek for the answers no more for I will soon personally hand them to you. Rest that weary head of yours for in no time, I'll come to lend you--even give you--my shoulder and the whole of me and be with you…
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