Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K. Rowling
Authors Note: Written as a Prompt to the many Prompt Tables I have, One-shot, not a multi-chapter.
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Fear
There are different types of fear.
Some are understandable, where as some are just plain silly.
However, my fear is neither of those two; my fear is not to be able to die alone.
To be unable to die peacefully, alone, the way I intended to.
Instead, I fear being surrounded by people, who proclaim they love me, but the thing is they don't.
While I lie here, surrounded by these people, I feel nothing for them, not even an inkling of feelings.
And that is the way I want to die, without feeling the need to feel for these people.
For I wont, nor will I ever feel anything for any of them, as I lie here, on my death bed, all I wish is that everyone would disappear, that everyone would leave me, here alone to leave the world without having to look around and see these faces, these humans who I care nothing for.
For I Severus Tobias Snape, feel no emotions towards anyone in this world, or the next, all I wish is to die alone.
Moreover, my fear is that these people will never leave, will never believe how much I feel nothing for them.
Fear is a trivial thing, some fears are understandable, yet some fears are ones, which no one else would fear.
For fear is a weakness and I will not succumb to weakness.
Okay, some random morbid Severus Snape death bed fic.
I kinda thought this suited him…
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