HP: Springtime Flower Messages

"Boy, why do you keep stubbornly staring in that direction,

without looking away for so long?

He is gazing at his moon."

The swaying swing set rocks with the gentle rhythm of memory.

The rabbit hole thick with weeds hides the softness between her fingers.

The lilac blossoms drifting down release their fragrance into the air.

Severus thought he could keep the flower in his ivory tower,

just as he had guarded the secret in his desk drawer when he was young.

But Heaven had never favored him. The brief, beautiful dream was destined to shatter.

In the illusion, he was willing to become a prisoner of time. In reality, he searched everywhere for traces of her existence.

"Severus, I love you more than anyone."

"Promise me you won't leave me."

"I'll always wait for you."

"Can't you stay? Don't leave me, Reina. Please..."

Humble pleas, the dregs at the bottom of a bottle,

the pure white dancing dress that was never chosen, and the self-punishment he never stopped inflicting on himself.

The pitch-black, wretched alley's end, the blood-red sunset, majestic in its final blaze:

either one could easily devour the fragile wings of a paper crane.

But just like the reply she sent him in that returning paper crane, she had never truly been absent.

He thought she was moonlight shattered into pieces, a rose-colored cloud, a delicate flower that needed to be protected and cherished.

But she was a spark beneath an iceberg, a dandelion growing between bricks, and an uncertainty he could never predict.

She was the one who reached out her hand and let him experience a peace and calm he had long forgotten.

She was also the one who abandoned him in a dream with her own hands, resolute and cruel.

Severus knew that fate had never stopped violating him, but he still wanted to try once more.

For her, he surrendered and begged for mercy, willing to risk death, yet in the end he rushed toward an irreversible conclusion.

The love buried beneath regret, deep enough to reach the bone, could still light the road ahead through the fog, and bloom in the darkness, even if it was never spoken aloud.

Gentle, steadfast white moonlight x gloomy, brooding little bat

Master perfumer x Potions master

Perfume | ballet | oil painting | chess

Drizzle and mist are a perfect match.

Theme: Everyone must pay the price for their choices.