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Severus was inside his chamber, with a firewhisky in hand and a cigarette in the other. A gentle cool breeze enterrd the room from his open window as he looked out to the night sky.
' I'm tired, I'm just tired; I just want the world to be quiet for a bit. I'm tired, tired of every Goddamn thing in this Godforsaken world and my life. I got nothing, no friends, no family, no respect, no fucking life to call my own. I thought I could hold on, but its been so long I don't think I'm going to last. My body and heart weren't made for this, I'm tired of being tired. I used to love sleep, you forget about pain, stress, everything for a while, but no amount of sleep can cure the tiredness I feel. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of pretending I'm strong, I am tired of pretending I'm fine; I've don't even remember what feeling fine felt like. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of having my life being held by two people, who just see my as a pawn. I'm tired of my life being threatened. I'm tired of trying to survive in a body that wants to destroy, it is impossible trying to survive when you're physically destructing from inside out. I'm tired of being strong, I'm tired of being tired, I'm just so damn tired.'
Half-hour later
"Severus... Please"
"Avada Kedavra"