Sono le cose importanti
Sono i piccoli gesti
Il vuoto che lasci quando smetti
I don't want this moment
To ever end
When everything's nothing, without you
I wait here forever just to,
To see you smile
Cause it's true
I am nothing without you
But they were not living, thought Harry: they were gone.
The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing .
And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot than instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?
He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of James and Lily lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating,
alive because of their sacrificeand close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them
When life offers you a dream,
so far beyond any of your expectations,
is not resonable to grieve,
when it comes to an and
Time passes.
Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood dehind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in a strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for <b>me.
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