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And death shall have no dominion.
You pretend that you don't care, that the very foundation of your unwelcomed distraction from the job that Leo had entrusted to you is due to the seemingly unceasing fatigue that penetrates your small frame.
You're very good at pretending, you have even convinced Harry – the man that, if you told the truth, would comfort you, protect you. Deep down you know that but, of course, that is utterly irrelevant – it will make you look weak. Again. You're so superior at conjuring fake emotions that you have even convinced yourself.
It doesn't bother you.
He didn't matter to you.
You're completely fine.
But, naturally, you're lying. Not only to your self, also to your friends, your colleagues, people that care for you, perhaps even love you.
Love. What an intolerably overused word, yet it is never said as repeatedly enough.
When have you truly felt love? Or have ever loved someone? There is an apparent answer for your question; however, unsurprisingly, you bypass your feelings towards a man you believe will never feel the same way.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
You can remember the adoring memories that you share with your long deceased mother, some of which you consider everlasting, but they will fade away just like everything else in this tiny, futile world. Nothing lasts forever. God's perverse little joke.
And that's why you're here, working late once more, ineffectively attempting not to break down. You don't know how he always seems to do this to you. Even in death.
And death shall have no dominion.
Even here you can feel it, the unearthly presence hidden inside the depths of your keen mind, eating away the steely defences, the impassive expressions. You stand up slowly though it is still there – behind the curtain, upon the stairs, within the mirror. Its there in the corner of your eye. The shadows. Your father's shadow.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
You can not stop yourself reminiscing, the startling recollection still unreservedly vivid, and the imminent death that you had to prepare for. And Neil, poor innocent Neil, is the clearest entity you can see in your world of shadows.
They were just mass, grey mass, insignificant. Just like he is.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
They are all flickering candles in the darkness, sending processions of hope and light; they know that some day they will diminish, still they choose to forget. But they all go out eventually. One by One.
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Nothing lasts forever.
Although, you're very good at pretending.
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