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I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you...
A young Severus Snape stood in front of the tall mirror repeating three small words that he had always known. Looking at himself he didn't notice how sullen his eyes were from the numerous sleepless nights, or how long his hair had become in the past few months. But these trivial things did not matter to him. He was finally going to tell her.
How long had he known that he loved Lily Evans? Perhaps it was the moment that he first saw her, or the first time that they considered each other friends. Weather he knew it or not, it was there from the beginning. He had always known somewhere in his heart that he loved, and would always love, Lily Evans.
Her eyes, he once told himself, had caused him to fall in love with her. The brightest emerald greens that anyone could ever imagine haunted his dreams at night and were the first and last things that he thought about during the day. He would always be able to remember the shape and colour of her eyes as if they had become a part of him. And her hair, the blazing red of fire with golden sparks jumping off in the sunlight. Then was her laugh, loud and true, never a giggle like all the others, but like she meant it every time. Her way of reasoning in times of trouble and being the strong one in a situation. And finally the way that she stands up for him. There were just so many things.
It had taken so long, so long to get the courage to even think about telling her. He was scared. Of rejection, maybe, or that he didn't read the signs right. That they were only friends and he had just ruined everything they had. But Severus Snape had always known that he loved her somewhere.
For a moment he moved away from the mirror to get his coat. He was ready. Today was the day he would finally tell her. All his life he had been waiting for this day to come.
He left his house and apperated near hers. He looked over at the house, tucked away in the small village, so very different from his own shabby place. Walking to her front gate he was starting to get nervous. He gazed up at the surrounding houses and wondered how she had ended up here, so very far away from him. He then turned his back on the house; he didn't want to look at it any longer. She wasn't there.
Walking through the sleepy little town he knew where to meet her. He had wondered why she had wanted to be here, instead of their home town, but now he knew why. The village was so peaceful, covered in a fresh layer of snow; it reflected the magic that was all around it.
He made his way over to the fenced gate, hinges squeaking as he walked through, disrupting the quiet. Looking around he gathered a bunch of flowers in late bloom as he moved further into the park. In the silence that followed, he could hear distant carols being sung.
Suddenly there she was. His heart speed and his fingers were shaking as he gave her the flowers. This was it; he was finally going to tell her after all this time.
"Hello Lily..." Severus Snape began, keeling on the cold hard snow...
It was Christmas, and in the distance the sun was rising. He was too late.
Exactly 16 years later her young son would visit the same spot. The shape and colour of Lily Evans eyes being his only saviour in the view of the man who was still in love with her.
Fin.
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