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Always, always, asking the question why,
Life is overrated, but I,
Never, never expected that I'd,
Underestimated my love for you.

Spent a lifetime of holding on,
Just to let go,
I guess I'll spend another lifetime,
Searching for a new hope.


“Titan, let go of me!”

She twisted her hand, trying to wrench it from his death-like grip. Titan stood there, frame taut but motionless - indifferent - holding her by the wrist, not even trying to use any force. She tried to break free again, one last time, but even before she had made the attempt, she knew the fruitlessness of the effort: he was too powerful.

He had always been – always been so strong, so unusually strong.

“Titan, let me go! Please!” Ariel’s voice was desperate, now.

Titan was not looking her way.

“Titan, let me –”

“Why?” he interrupted. His voice cut through her repetition of words, both distant and indifferent - he might have, having nothing better to do, been asking her about the day's weather. “Why should I let you go?”

She raised her chin and looked at him, at the fringe that usually fell into his eyes but did not right now, at the eyes that she had seen this cold, this detached before, but never this indifferent, never this devoid of emotions. Then she said, tones no longer desperate,

"I thought you loved me."

She looked pale, paler than death, and her braid had come loose, red hair spilling inelegantly out of it - and even then she could not look not beautiful. Titan looked down and, for a short, lingering, screaming, silent moment their eyes met.

“There is no love for a death eater." He sounded calm.

“I do not want to be fodder for the dark arts.” She did not sound anything like him.

“It is not a choice, Bonanza. You can not opt out of this, for we kill who we are commanded to. But, if it makes you feel any better -" His eyes flickered and, for a moment, she felt - or perhaps imagined - the indifference disappear or at least, lessen. "Let me tell you that, once, I loved you, too. Perhaps –” he let go of her hand. Their gazes broke, and he turned away.

This was her chance to run. You cannot run from the dark arts, he had once told her and even as she turned round, silent tears now leaking down her cheeks, and found him standing in front of him, his statement came back to her. His statement, and so, so many memories!

“Perhaps I still love you,” Titan finished, coldly. “Avada Kedavra.”



Reference:

[] "Always, always asking the question why -" Lyrics of A New Hope by Broken Iris.

Index of Posts:

02. Your string of lights is still bright to me.
03. You can make me free.
04. Love comes from the most unexpected places.
05. You've got a friend in me.
06. Love, like a river.
07. To whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart.
08. The tenor of our lives.
09. There is no such thing as a failed experiment.
10. Little things make big things happen.
11. All men are equal before fish.
12. Old fate slowly builds her mute countenance.