Follow Me
because we can't always be the leader. because sometimes it's important to believe in others as much as they believe in us
"Follow me," Severus whispers, his voice as wispy as the clouds gallivanting through the torrid, windy sea that is the sky. "Come."
Lily looks blankly at him, and he squeezes his hand around her arm, possibly a little more forcibly than necessary.
"Where are we going?" she asks, shielding her eyes from the sun as they run across the open field, with Severus leading, and she following. They continue to run, and he is still in front of Lily, he is the engine and she is the carriages that follow it, not the first across the finish line, but just as important.
He pulls up suddenly, and she almost topples over him.
"Look," Severus says, "a rainbow."
Lily laughs, a short tinkling laugh that reminds Severus of water gushing from a waterfall, and says, "Let's look for the pot of gold at the end."
"I don't need a pot of gold." His voice is soft, but honest, and the raw emotion seems to pour out with his words. "I've got you."
She's glad she followed him.
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Because I am severly procrasitnating on Snapshots of Paradise