#mythbound prose

[mythboundcal]

The Closest Thing (Severus Snape’s Final Thoughts) By MythboundCal I never held her hand. Only my wand. My grief. My silence.

I tried to spare her. I failed. So I spared her son instead.

Not for him. Not for the world. Just for her.

Because he was the only part of her I could still protect.

I told myself that was enough. That I’d carry the weight— if he could walk free.

Even if he never knew why. Even if no one did.

I never asked to be understood. I only asked— “Look at me.”

Because her eyes were the last thing I ever wanted to see.

I was never a good man. But I was hers.

And that was the closest thing I ever had to love.

And maybe— because I protected what she died for— I was a good man after all.