red_day_dawning wrote on July 24th, 2008 at 04:14 am |
Like ashes in his mouth, the taste of grief, desolation, despair. Cynical.
How could he have been the one who survived? It made no sense. He didn't have Severus's pragmatism, his resourcefulness, his cunning or bravery. He wasn't the strong one, Severus was. But there is a strength in joy, the capacity to love, laugh, smile.
His love, silent tears – nothing but ashes remained of that love. The capacity to feel is not the survivor's strength. All that love, that joy, ashes in his heart. Ashes, like the ashes that are your remains now, Severus.
All that remains. Ashes. A gravestone.