Memories, white hot and sufficating, flutter behind my eyelids when i close them. Blood pools under my skin, red and sticky and sickeningly cold. Like a heartbeat, a rush in my ears, fear like ice in my veins. Fragments of my memories flash across my vision, silver-streaked, sunset-tinged, positively riveting. Memories, like ice water, slide under my skin to pool in my gut, cold and painful. Memories, strewn like roses, litter the black spaces of my mind. Panic slides like ice along my back and neck; my heart pounds painfully against my ribs. Memories, sometimes polluted, but often shining like the sun, line the dark places of my soul. Memories, streaked in gold, slip before my inner mind's eye. Memories, like glass, sharp and painful, red with blood. Something like glass cracks deep inside my heart, memories, like thorns, twist and pr*ck, breaking down my walls. My new and unblemished soul stepping out of the ashes.
A tear sliped down his cheek as he picked up the only picture they ever took together. It was a photo of the night that Severus first told Harry he loved him. As he put the photo down he picked up the phial of potion that he had made earlier. He drank from it and, as his eyes closed for the last time, he smiled at the photo and one last tear slipped down his cheek.
"We will be together soon my love." With a smile on his face he sliped into oblivion.
