Simply a short poem about the impossibilities of my love for a certain Potions Mater.
Twenty years after his own Graduation, Snape revisits the home he abandoned to serve under Voldemort.
“Why do the things I have done haunt me so? Why can I still see each face as Voldemort rips the life from them? Why, in my deepest heart, do I still feel guilty? Why am I so damn overwhelmed?” Takes place during Snape's years as a Death Eater.