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God can not exist.

It's impossible. He would not let this happen to anyone.

I used to be indecisive. I was not a religious man, but I considered the possibility of a God of some sort. If there was not a better life than the one I lead now, what was there to look forward too when I die? But nowI'm surethat there's no spiritual part of my body to rise to a Heaven or tumble down to a Hell. My body will lie embedded in earth, and merely decay away until there's nothing left of me but a worn gravestone and an entanglement of ivy to cover it. There will be no memories of the feared Potions Master left in anyone's thoughts. People like to eradicate their negative experiences from their mind, after all.

I sweep my black hair distractedly out of my eyes as I skulk in a corner, determined not to be noticed. A young bride with long, chestnut-brown hair cascading down in soft curls walks in to the wedding hall, her face meeting with her fiancée's at the other end of the room. Her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world to me. It lights up her face, shows her happiness expressively, reveals passion. I remember when that smile was only for me, when we were alone together, instead of for that Weasley.

She turns, her gaze colliding with mine, just for a second. She reads what I am feeling as if I were an open book, one of the tomes she loves so much. My hurt reflects briefly in her eyes. She quickly looks away.

God can not exist. The pain I feel now is too excruciating to be felt by anyone if a God oversees this planet, watching our every move.


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