Thursday, August 4, 2016

Severus Snape

I'm afraid God is calling me to suffer like Severus Snape.

I made one enormous, unforgivable mistake, and now I must live the rest of my life paying for that mistake.

There is no healing.

There is no comfort.

Just the knowledge that I screwed up royally and, no matter how much I may wish it, I can never take it back

...

I wanted to be Fawkes, rising from the ashes, reborn.

But Dumbledore remains mostly silent.

And when He does speak, it isn't words of comfort.

I am not the chosen one.

I will not die then rise again.

The poison is in me.

It's IN me.

Killing me slowly.

Painfully.

And Dumbledore isn't here to help me...

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