(HP/GS) Salazar Slytherin's Last Letter

Suddenly I remembered Slytherin's love on station B. Emotionally, Slytherin always seems to put on a mask of coldness and rationality to suppress the torrent in his heart. Their eyes never shifted, and their protection never stopped, but they were not good at expressing themselves and claiming credit. However, Slytherins are too easily attracted to enthusiastic and sunny people, chasing that trace of warmth, and then heartbroken by unconscious hurt and betrayal again and again. Until the end, he lived his life with a cold and gloomy image. Slytherin's love is too repressed and obscure, their minds are too sensitive and they are too good at pretending. They are afraid of being hurt, but they can't help but get close to the sun. This is a tragedy that Slytherin is almost destined to experience in his life. The Slytherin who fell in love with Gryffindor was destined to be scarred deep inside, knowing that someone was willing to soothe the wound with companionship and patience, or die.

It's not worth it... It's really not worth it... So many stories are just a few pieces of paper mixed in when he occasionally looks through old things when he gets old...

After reading it, I actually don't know how to make this decision. Maybe while I was reading it, I was still thinking whether I would let Gryffindor see this suicide note in the end, and then he would cry uncontrollably. But the ending was very bland and didn't seem to have any impact on him. It was bland but true. Gryffindor didn't really fall in love with Slytherin or didn't realize that he fell in love with him. But so what, the deceased is gone, and he also has his family, wife, and children. In many, many fan articles, the lions and snakes have a good ending, but in reality it should be like this article. But even if I realize this, I don't want to think about it. After all, the tears on my face are the best proof. It's a pity that such a decisive love passed away like this. I don't know what I said or what I wanted to express. Even the word order is very confusing. It should be emotion. I am very grateful to the author for bringing such a good article, thank you.

The short carnival is thought to last a lifetime, and the long farewell is the feast of youth.

Is there anyone who is not a young and passionate person who loves one person all his life alone, who is the first to fall in love with him, then peels off the sharp blade and becomes a subordinate... It was all wrong from the beginning...

Salazar's letter felt like a farewell letter. When I read this article, the background music was "The Book of Farewell". But unlike the Book of Farewell, Salazar did not want to say goodbye to Godric, and Godric did not feel sad when reading this suicide note. From beginning to end, it was Slytherin who forced a smile, survived everything, took on all the mess, and swallowed all the grievances.

It's really a pity that personality is destined to make different choices, and tragedy comes when we make choices again and again. But I also feel relieved for Salazar, who can finally tell everything instead of leaving alone with the emotions that have been suppressed for a lifetime. In the end, he will keep a special corner in GG's heart instead of disappearing among so many friends in GG's life. This is also what SS has been struggling with in the early part of the article and cannot let go.

Those bitter, repressed, as humble as dust, everlasting emotions are like slowly tightening chains that strangle Salazar's throat, leading him into a whirlpool of fate that he cannot escape from in this life. This is a painful and romantic drowning. I heard that the drowning person was conscious before death but could not act and could only sit and wait for death. It was very similar to Salazar who was gradually destroyed by emotions and finally fell into despair. He said that he knew what to do, and he said that was the answer you hoped for. We outsiders might resent such a "weak" behavior, but in fact he had no choice. The consequences of the lust he committed did not leave him any other possibilities. For him, there was no other way. It was he who had sown the fruits of sin, picked the buds of desire, and indulged in false comfort. It was Salazar who killed himself. In the end, all this was exchanged for was a mute word. I don't think Godric has no love for Salazar from beginning to end, but only physical lust and lingering on the past years. I prefer that the repeated "nothing" is to convince myself that it is a love mixed with desire, impure, never understood and unspeakable, and will forever be integrated into the pulse of the heart with the sound of the beating hands of the pocket watch. So, maybe it's a two-way street, a good beginning, a wrong choice, and a regrettable result.

How should I put it... It smells like "a letter from a strange woman"?

I still remember that slight throbbing pain