Hello there. Looney here. This is my first fanfic, so please don't flame, I need some R&R and such. This is just a short POV drabble. Very depressing if I say so myself, so read on!
How can one face haunt me so dearly? One set of eyes, of the most vivid green. One head of hair of the most gorgeous red. One pale complexion haunts me. Its haunted me for many years, and it will now more than ever. That one face is dead. That one face is buried under the ground, covered in dirt. The one face I loved, yet that love was never returned.
He stole her, I made one mistake and it cost me a life of happiness. He cost me a life of happiness. You ask how? He married her. She bore his child. She loved… him. Now I drag through everyday, suicide thoughts a mile a minute.
I'm only staying alive for that child, for the part of that child that is she. That child has her eyes, those eyes that haunt me; he hates me as his father did; as she did. But still I struggle through everyday; no one knows or cares about my struggle. Nobody can help me; I will not accept help. I am lonely. I am broken. I am Severus Snape. She is dead. She was happy. She was Lily Evans. He ruined my life. He was happy. He was James Potter
Well? Pleasepleaseplease review. Remember this is my first, so please be nice!
Signing off
-Looney