Summary : Severus Snape. A few moment before the one who survived be
marked. Translation from the french fanfiction "Il a fallu que ce soit
lui". Two Chapters.
Disclaimer : Snape and his thoughts belong to Rowling.
To a lovely babe Valentin
Thanks to his mother for the translation
.
It had to be him – What I always wished for
.
He asked me to follow him.
He's got a surprise for me.
A reward.
You're there in front of me.
You're lying at my feet.
I wasn't able to do anything.
How many times did I wish I could contemplate such a scene?
How many times did I let the reflection of myself being absorbed into the
Rised mirror?
You're here in front of me.
You're lying at my feet.
You died in a green dazzle.
Your body tortured with pain, never supplicating, never...
You went through all this suffering within a few seconds.
That's over now.
That's what I always wished for.
Nothing anymore.
.
I'm feeling sick.
I'm feeling empty.
It's myself I'm looking at.
My only desire, what I was made for doesn't belong to me anymore.
It's in front of me.
It left me.
I'm empty.
Desireless.
I haven't got anything left.
I am no more.
.
I wish I could laugh.
With His sinister and gutural laugh.
I can't.
What am I feeling?
Am I able to feel anything?
I'm out of breath under this hood...
I am suffocating.
A second skin I'm obliged to wear to the end.
Even if I disown it.
I want you to see me.
To see my true face.
.
You're lying on your back.
Your eyes are looking at me.
As dark as the night.
More lively still since you're no more.
Arrogance.
It didn't left you.
Your dead eyes are boring me as they always did.
Despise and scorn.
You're still the strongest one.
You've been betrayed.
Your friend has betrayed you.
He put you to torture.
He killed you.
You're lying at my feet.
You're dominating me again.
.
What I've always wanted.
My only wish.
To rejoice.
Impossible.
That wasn't it.
Not that way.
To hate you to the end of my life.
To envy, to admire, to be jealous.
To criticize, to hurt, to break.
Face to face.
To the end.
.
I wish I could repare that.
Scrub it away.
Undo it.
I wish I could hate you remorselessly.
.
Shoutings, prayings.
A laugh...
He came up.
He's with her.
No.
Not her.
Your dark eyes are gazing at me.
You're not asking me anything.
You're putting me face to face with myself.
I'll save her.
Wearing a mask.
I'll save myself.
marked. Translation from the french fanfiction "Il a fallu que ce soit
lui". Two Chapters.
Disclaimer : Snape and his thoughts belong to Rowling.
To a lovely babe Valentin
Thanks to his mother for the translation
.
It had to be him – What I always wished for
.
He asked me to follow him.
He's got a surprise for me.
A reward.
You're there in front of me.
You're lying at my feet.
I wasn't able to do anything.
How many times did I wish I could contemplate such a scene?
How many times did I let the reflection of myself being absorbed into the
Rised mirror?
You're here in front of me.
You're lying at my feet.
You died in a green dazzle.
Your body tortured with pain, never supplicating, never...
You went through all this suffering within a few seconds.
That's over now.
That's what I always wished for.
Nothing anymore.
.
I'm feeling sick.
I'm feeling empty.
It's myself I'm looking at.
My only desire, what I was made for doesn't belong to me anymore.
It's in front of me.
It left me.
I'm empty.
Desireless.
I haven't got anything left.
I am no more.
.
I wish I could laugh.
With His sinister and gutural laugh.
I can't.
What am I feeling?
Am I able to feel anything?
I'm out of breath under this hood...
I am suffocating.
A second skin I'm obliged to wear to the end.
Even if I disown it.
I want you to see me.
To see my true face.
.
You're lying on your back.
Your eyes are looking at me.
As dark as the night.
More lively still since you're no more.
Arrogance.
It didn't left you.
Your dead eyes are boring me as they always did.
Despise and scorn.
You're still the strongest one.
You've been betrayed.
Your friend has betrayed you.
He put you to torture.
He killed you.
You're lying at my feet.
You're dominating me again.
.
What I've always wanted.
My only wish.
To rejoice.
Impossible.
That wasn't it.
Not that way.
To hate you to the end of my life.
To envy, to admire, to be jealous.
To criticize, to hurt, to break.
Face to face.
To the end.
.
I wish I could repare that.
Scrub it away.
Undo it.
I wish I could hate you remorselessly.
.
Shoutings, prayings.
A laugh...
He came up.
He's with her.
No.
Not her.
Your dark eyes are gazing at me.
You're not asking me anything.
You're putting me face to face with myself.
I'll save her.
Wearing a mask.
I'll save myself.