A soft, strange hissing. He knew what it meant, without needing to know what he said. The magical cage was encompassing him, and the snake was sliding herself along him. The fire he felt when those fangs sank into his neck was indescribable. The poison was like wildfire, spreading through his body hungrily. He screamed and his face paled. Those milky eyes were the last thing he had seen…that wasn't how he wanted it.
"I regret it," the man said coldly.
He writhed and twisted with the unbearable pain. It was ending; his life was leaving, fleeing from his body. The blood was pouring around him, slowly leaving his ragged body….
He wasn't only drowning in crimson. There was more. The memories that surrounded him, the love he needed, the one alone that he wanted to be with for eternity….
Her soft, green eyes. The feel of her soft hair the color of a flaming bonfire was so lovely. He could drown in that, he didn't mind. He could melt away, free to find her and love her the way he always had.
Consciousness was close, but so far away. He could barely see the wooden room which he laid, where he would always remember as his dying place…he hadn't died when he was fifteen, but it was time…
He could see the boy, barely. He would fight it, for a few moments only, just to die in time to see what he so craved. The boy crouched over the dying man, and he felt himself dragged toward the man, laying as he trembled, trying to see.
"Take…it….Take…it…." his voice was no more then a gentle rasping as he fought the memories threatening to overtake him…
And then, it wasn't just blood. It was a soft, watery substance, silvery, and it swirled in a pool around him. He closed his eyes briefly, just to see her, his love, his life, why he had always protected and hated the boy before him as he crouched over him.
The chances he had but never taken. They played before his eyes, all at once, raising his amount of pain. He had had so many chances to tell her the truth; to look into her eyes and tell her what he felt, how he loved her. But he had never taken them, and this shamed him.
His hidden love...and the mistakes he made throughout his life...he could never take them back. He had been young, careless, hoping to impress his love by being in a group that brought destruction to his life. He was her downfall, and the tears he had never cried wanted to flow down like rain...
The memories were taken, placed in a flask. He saved the best image to be taken last. It was not a memory, exactly; it was just the memory of a picture he had.
She was laughing as she watched the child race around on his broomstick. Her eyes were emeralds, sparkling and shining with joy and love as she watched. It was never him, never. Always his enemy. Always.
The rotten luck he had always had, the chances he never took, his whole life flew down on him, hitting him hard.
And then, that too was taken from him, and he could just see the picture in his mind's eye. His grip on the boy and his grip on life slackened. He had one more thing he wanted to do before he let his eyes close and the warm winds of forever sleep came and took his soul away….
"Look…at…me…." He gasped. The eyes that belonged to the one he always loved, that he always missed, met his black ones. The last thing he remembered was the bright green eyes, hidden slightly behind glasses, but they were hers. They were Lily Evan's eyes.
His body could hear the rushing of death, he could feel it sucking him in, but he never closed his eyes. The last things he saw in his life were the eyes of Lily Evans. That was his dying wish…he had gotten it.
Severus Snape
Born 1 January 1960
Died 2 May 1998
Haunted forever by the ghosts of hidden love
The scriptures of Severus Snape's tomb (A/N: what I say they are)