Post by Natalie St. Clare on Sept 4, 2008 22:55:59 GMT -5
Of course he couldn't hide the despair from her. It poured off of him in waves, striking her with such force it almost felt like a physical impact. But she didn't understand it. Why was he upset? Because she wanted him to just feel comfortable being himself and not letting his status as a Slytherin affect the way he acted? Or was it something else?
She was young, too young to understand love. And she didn't have a big sister to talk about it with her anymore. She couldn't have known or understood what Severus needed from her. Yet in her heart, she felt a powerful fondness for him that was considerably stronger than that of a favorite sweater. He was among her very favorite people... her father, Voltaire, and Severus. Her other favorite people, Sabrina, her mother, and Uncle Alastor, were all gone. If something were to happen to Severus, it would have devastated her. And yet she could somehow feel him slipping away from her. And she didn't have the slightest idea how to hang on to him. How could she communicate what was in her heart when she didn't understand it? How could she hold onto him without touching him?
"Severus, I know you won't let me see inside you, or read your thoughts... but your despair is so heavy it's pulling you into the ground. If I can't see inside you, will you at least tell me what's wrong, so I can pull you up again? My heart aches to see you sad--and I know it's my own emotion and not just yours."
She was young, too young to understand love. And she didn't have a big sister to talk about it with her anymore. She couldn't have known or understood what Severus needed from her. Yet in her heart, she felt a powerful fondness for him that was considerably stronger than that of a favorite sweater. He was among her very favorite people... her father, Voltaire, and Severus. Her other favorite people, Sabrina, her mother, and Uncle Alastor, were all gone. If something were to happen to Severus, it would have devastated her. And yet she could somehow feel him slipping away from her. And she didn't have the slightest idea how to hang on to him. How could she communicate what was in her heart when she didn't understand it? How could she hold onto him without touching him?
"Severus, I know you won't let me see inside you, or read your thoughts... but your despair is so heavy it's pulling you into the ground. If I can't see inside you, will you at least tell me what's wrong, so I can pull you up again? My heart aches to see you sad--and I know it's my own emotion and not just yours."
