Harry Potter: Ten Years

Ten years: how fleeting, and yet how endless.

So fleeting that there was no time to feel the pain spreading deep into my heart, yet so endless that I grew used to indifference, and to loneliness.

I loved you, so I forgot to say goodbye.

The liquid in the cup is clear and colorless. If not for the two dried roses in the little teapot, it would look like a cup of water.

This tea is called "Cold Rose."

I love its taste, its clear, transparent hue, the rich bitterness as it passes my lips and the faint sweetness that lingers afterward.

Because it reminds me of myself.

It reminds me of those ten years, of a love that could neither end nor be spoken of.

Roses may look fiery, but they are bitterly cold.

So the tea they make is stronger than wine, yet it can never make you drunk.

He said:

"Snape, how lucky you are, and how little you know how to cherish it."

Pairing: Transmigrated female protagonist x Professor

This story is like a shattered jigsaw puzzle, with scattered pieces slowly coming together one by one. The timeline jumps around... A little angsty.