[Harry Potter] The Unclosed Eyes

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This is a simple story.

Perhaps it should never have happened in the first place. They could each have lived their own lives without ever meeting.

It would have been best if history had stayed on its proper course...

Perhaps a long, long time remains before the story reaches its end, but the three of them are already utterly exhausted.

They sway between two worlds, unable to move forward or back.

They each have pride they must defend with all their might, and cowardice they struggle to hide.

Their masks are shattered all at once...

--"When the mysterious spider inside the crystal disappears, everything will vanish like smoke."

The box kept under lock and key is opened, releasing the gentle fragrance of something simmering over a low flame.

Three people, all with dark childhoods, though to different degrees.

Three people, all gifted in their own ways, yet none flaunting their talents.

Three people, all proud and ambitious, all Slytherins.

Three people, each with a life of their own, yet all thrown off course in an instant.

Legend.

It seems this is the definition that best suits the three of them.

They are all legends in this world.

A hand reaches deep into the sky, closing around nothingness.

Who are they mourning?

What are they thinking about?

Their eyes are filled with hatred.

I hate you. I despise your very existence.

The clamor of voices around them fades away.

Who could understand the agony of having one's soul torn apart?

The metallic taste of blood fills their mouths.

They refuse to acknowledge even their own feelings in that instant.

"Hey, I think I've fallen in love with you."

"So, would you please die?"

"Don't worry. I won't let you feel any pain when you die."

So death feels this wonderful. The intoxicating sensation is rich and alluring, like fine red wine.

The silhouette before their eyes disappears. They pay it no mind until the final stab of pain arrives.

The whispers in their ears fade away, silken in texture. They murmur that it's all right.

The touch of a hand disappears, and they can never reach it again. Only then do they understand it all, everything.

The faith engraved upon their heart vanishes. The crystal falls, and they lose all interest in the game...

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