this one sordid life of a man. just one
who had naught but gave it all away,
who had tasted life and love so briefly,
who had done things, who had seen
the
trials of darkness. the self-enforced
guilt he felt for his past mistakes, and
dying for his one true love was more
than enough to make him hero of this
tale.
he was used to not being special. he
had a mother of pure and a father of
filth, and neither of them could really
care less for him. this meaning little
of
his existence was full of light and love,
excepting this one girl. this one girl who
shone, this one girl who glowed, this one
girl who sparkled and glimmered with all of
the
stars luminosity and a thousand moons
brightness. this one girl who captured him
so fast it took his breath away. every time
he saw her she would steal his heart in
half
a heartbeat. she was perfect in every
sense to him, she was his ideal in all
of his wildest dreams. but she was less
than ideal to some, and it was in her
blood
where the blame lay. and despite her
caring loving warm kind personality,
one word would cost Severus Snape
his fairytale princess and charming
prince
ending all in one sweet withering go.
I had seen her before, around the
small neighbourhood. out. about.
short fleeting glimpses of her, short
fleeting glimpses of sunshine that
I
could not touch, even if I wanted to,
even if I could begin to fathom it.
she was the eighth wonder that I
didn't understand and truly longed to
know.
she was pretty. she was a queen,
her hair was red and her eyes green.
I wished I knew her, wished she liked
me. but that was wishful thinking, for
what
could I ever be to her? I knew I was
nothing to my useless mother, and
even less than that to my father,
who despised me. I could suppose
you
could care less, father dearest. but
Lily would be different, I vowed. I
would be someone better for her,
someone else. I believe that things
are
not always what they appear to be. I
told myself that things would change,
that I would be happier, that three words
could- would change things. but say that
you're
an affection-starved fool like myself,
an unloved, desperate child like me,
and suddenly things seem much much
more like the hopeless situation it is.
a
simple acceptance would make my day
a combination of someone else's birthday
and christmas all in one, not my birthday
or xmas, since my mother was too much
witch
to care about special occasions like those.