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Ghost by TomteNadia
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Partecipa al torneo "Il dono della sintesi"

Il pacchetto scelto questa volta era "Shining" e il prompt era la seguente immagine.

Il soggetto scelto è Severus.
E' buffo... nonostante io ami alla follia Severus, mi sono resa conto di non aver mai scritto nulla su di lui.
E quindi perchè no?
Inoltre l'immagine ispirava tanto angst e lui è perfetto.
La storia è ambientata nel momento in cui muore.

Una piccola precisazione prim di lasciarvi alla lettura. E' scritta in inglese.
Chiedo venia ma Puck non ne voleva sapere di scrivere in italiano.
So che può essere un problema per molti e so che mi dimezzerò i lettori... ma amen.

Per coloro che la leggeranno... preparate la cioccolata. Tanta...

Na' :)
Ghost

Ghost

 

 

Look... at... me...

 

Look at me, Lily

One last time before this endless night falls upon me.

 

 

The edges of the Shrieking Shack slowly fade away and all of a sudden I found myself in a clearing.

A thin layer of morning mist hides the trees from my sight, whilst the first rays of the sun find their way among the branches.

And then, out of nowhere, a figure, coming towards me.

 

“Look at me...” I hear her whisper. And my heart still aches at the sound of her voice.

In despair, I kneel on the grass still covered in morning dew.

A stab of pain spread in my chest, whilst my conscience mockingly whispers bitter words to my soul.

Guilt. Remorse.

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

 

“Severus...” her hand streches towards me.

I raise my head and I meet her gaze, fixed upon me.

She smiles.

 

“Take my hand, Severus.”

The mist grows thicker.

The sun dies on the horizon.

And the cold...

I can feel it.

The breath of death is heavy on me.

 

“It's time to go, Severus. It's time to forget and forgive.”

She kneels in front of me.

Her hands gently clasp my face.

 

“I am sorry...”

Will it ever be enough?

“I am sorry...”

When my wretched soul will be finally in peace?

I look her in the eyes and I see my eternal torment.

“I am sorry...”

One last suffocate pleading.

 

“I love you.”

… at last... to let my spirit free from its burden.

 

After all this time, Severus?”

“Always.”

 

The night grows darker.

My limbs feel heavy.

But my soul...

… will meet its eternal day in the clearing at the end of the thick forest of my life.

 

 

 

“Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.”

(Stephen King)