I look into his eyes, eyes that were once bright, charming, and smiling, but are now filled with pain and struggle. I can't help but remember those sweet summer days, with passion, with dreams, with love.
I remember the sunshine, the shadows, the whispers, the nights.
I know I loved him, and perhaps, still do. I know I can't cheat my heart, but perhaps, I can betray my soul. Should I use the word "betrayal"? My body, which once held everything, is now incredibly empty.
Meaningless, hopeless, and desperate.
I tried to find a way out, but I was blinded.
By him, by love, by poison...
I couldn’t see a future without him.
I couldn’t see the future with him.
I collected all my feelings, buried them in my heart, and waited for years, until one day, or some late night, I brought them all out again. I immersed myself deeply in them, savouring, patiently, the bitterness, the poison I couldn't resist, from the beginning, to the end.
It’s not about regret, it is what it is.
The only thing that I could do is go on and go on.
And go on.
Until the end.
- - -
“You’re all alone.”
作者有话要说：
“Who will love you now, Dumbledore?”（"现在谁会爱你呢，邓布利多？"）
