I'm alone. I actually am completely alone. Some people say they're alone but they aren't. They have family, friends, possibly even someone who they love much more deeply and loves them back. It may not be obvious at first who they have but somewhere someone loves them.

But nobody loves me. Nobody loves poor, poor Severus. I'm alone. My family are either dead or have rejected me altogether. My friends, well they aren't really my friends, are they? They live to serve the Dark Lord and with that servitude comes the inability to love. And, as for my deeper, more caring, intimate love...she left me. Twice.

First she left me for an idiot, pompous brat who only cared for himself. And then she left me again. Except this time she left everyone. And this time it wasn't her choice. She was taken, forced to abandon all those who desperately needed her.

I needed her. I still need her. And it's because of her that I'm doing this.

So, I am completely alone. I actually am completely alone. So nobody will miss me if I'm gone.

It would have been nice to be missed. It would have been nice to know somebody cared. But if somebody cared I wouldn't have to leave.

I can remember someone telling me that when we die we are not leaving something behind, but instead we are going to be somewhere else. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to be with her.

I can already feel myself slipping forward. The ground below me looks so close but I know I'll never reach it. The rope around my neck is tight. It itches slightly.

The night sky is overshadowed with dark clouds. A cold, dead breeze withers before it trails away into nothing. Nobody's going to miss me. Nobody's going to care if I jump. When I jump. A spark of anger lights up inside of me. Someone should care. Anyone. I don't care who!

Then I remember that someone did care. Lily cared about me. At least I thought she did. The anger flares again. But she left me. She left me with nothing, with nobody. When she died that night I might as well have died with her! She left me alone. Completely alone.

The anger dies inside of me. I can't be angry with Lily. Not now.

When I die I'm not leaving, I'm going to join her.

I'm going to be with Lily.

I'm going to be with my Lily.

I won't be alone.

I jump.

Hey guys. Secret Agent Codename Bob here. This is my first story so go easy on me, okay? In case you didn't realise this is NOT what happened in the actual books. Snape DID NOT commit suicide he...well I'm not going to spoil it for you if you haven't watched or read what happened. I just thought that this what could have happened at some point after Lily died but I'll leave it up to you to decide when exactly.

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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! :)