Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

Of these, you have not fulfilled any of them.I was the only one sitting in the cell day and night, watching my pocket watch ticking.Taking advantage of the weak defense at midnight, we were able to write to you.I have no pen and ink, so I can only use the instrument of torture to write sorry on parchment.

Sorry, Godric Gryffindor.All my apologies to you, all my inability to admit, are written on paper.My skin bled profusely, but the pain was nothing compared to the joy you brought me.It was just my stupidity - I didn't sign it, I just put the Slytherin crest on it.But I forgot that I never told you my surname at that time, so this letter must have been thrown aside by you.

I dare not tell you, for fear that you will change your opinion of me because of what my family has done.I am not a man who is not brave, but I am cowardly when I see you. I have to be cautious, for fear that if I make a little mistake, you will disappear from my life.I am constantly looking for opportunities to strengthen our relationship, from passing through to acquaintance, and then from acquaintance to friendship.

But not enough, not enough.You see, the relationship between us, even friendship, died so easily.And I was tired, and I finally knew that relationships cannot be built by just one person.But what else can I do?I can't live without you, I want you to stay with me.

But you are always disapproving of me.

But you love Anna, which makes me understand that blood is not blocked by concealment and lies.I envy her, envy her, and hate you even more.What should I do so that I can cross the abyss between you and me that is wider than the sea and boundless than the universe?

Tell me, Godric Gryffindor.When I stood in front of your door on that rainy day, yelling your name frantically like a leper, did you arouse sympathy for me at that time?Do you want to be by my side?

My life has come to an end, but it is still ridiculous to hope that you can give me an answer.Do you also find me so pathetic?

I try to stop myself from wondering why you let me into your house, and I don't know why you let me take off my clothes, and let myself immerse myself in a warm dreamland.There is a shimmering joy, a sense of security, and ecstasy of happiness.Especially that kiss you left on my forehead that left me overwhelmed and ecstatic.

This also made me discover that once you start to sympathize with someone, you will be extra gentle with him.Like the next day, when I wake up, you're sitting on the edge of my bed, your blond hair gleaming in the sun.You stroked my hair and said to me:

"Thal, do you want me to avenge them for you?"

I didn't speak, just buried my face deep in the quilt.

"Hey, come on. Seeing you sad makes me feel guilty too. Why don't we go to the Ravenclaw party tonight. Okay?"

You rubbed my shoulders like coaxing a child, and your fingertips traced the arc of my cheek.I didn't blush——do you think it's strange? I always fantasize about your every word and every action like crazy, but when you treat me so intimately, I'm always surprisingly calm.Even I myself don't know why.Every time at this time, you will always be stunned, and then smile knowingly.

I gaze into your blue, oceanic eyes: "You think I'll go?"

"That's an easy question, Sal, and it's really not like you—" you say, "because I'll go."

Look at how arrogant you are!But I can't argue with that, I've followed in your footsteps all my life, I've always been in the same place with you - of course, before Emily showed up, so much so that I've forgotten that I still have a choice .But now that I have left you, the first choice in my life not to be bewitched by you is my death.

Do you think I betrayed you?Or do you care as little about it as you do everything about me.The meaning of their existence, the meaning of my existence, is to enrich your life, not to be independent.If your life were written into a book, mine would be just an insignificant episode in it.And you have to know, if my life is a book, then its Chapter 1 starts from the day I met you.

please forgive me!Godric Gryffindor, I am too cowardly before you to say a word against you.Eyes lowered, I watch you leave and go wander alone in your garden.There were pretty wild lilies there, their delicate stems swaying like angels dancing in the summer breeze.

Soon, your servant, the sincere Henry, found me, and handed me a box, saying that my clothes were ruined by the rain, and I could not attend the Ravenclaw dinner for me, and this was a gift from you. gift for me.

It was a dark red silk robe.As you described before, every pattern on the cuffs is different, changing gracefully—like the symbols are constantly jumping.I don't know the characters of the East, but I have seen a few in ancient books.This made me understand that it is a delicate culture, she is meticulous, like a girl from afar who comes from afar with a charming smile.

And she is dignified.When I put on this dress, I was amazed by it myself.My family, the Slytherins, take pride in their manners and their fine dress.But even so, no matter how detailed the runes and decorations on it are, it cannot compare to the moment when the silk shines brightly under the dim light.

You saw me and praised: "Sar, your appearance is more beautiful than Hellas. I wanted to compare you with a rose in full bloom, but I wronged your black hair like a waterfall."

You are a poet, and everyone who loves life and is passionate about life is a poet.At that time we were all young, and we liked to use arias to sing the splendor of Latin poetry in two or three syllables.It's just time, this abstract concept, it took away my passion for life, my expectation for the future, and my life.

But it failed to take away the memories of me and you, let alone the original feelings and feelings.

Like you touching my body through the fabric.The temperature of your palm spread through a thin layer of silk, almost taking away my will.The heat of your lips is branded on my neck.

The blood of my Feathered Serpent finally awakened slowly, bit by bit, bit by bit in this temperature.I feel it coming.In an instant, despair and fear broke my will, I lost my support, and you held me tightly from behind, leaving me nowhere to escape.

Godric Gryffindor, please let me tell you that even at the moment when my blood was awakened, I didn't even think of my family, but I was full of you.Subtle changes have taken place in my body, and this change is caused by you, but you don't know it.

My blood, my reason tells me, that from this moment I am entirely yours.But I refuse to succumb to it.Salazar Slytherin succumbed to no one, or any kind of fate.At that time, I made up my mind not to let you know, to present a cold appearance, this feeling must not be noticed by anyone—at least, while I was alive.

But Godric Gryffindor, my life will soon be over.My magic is draining, and I know it all too well.And for some reason, perhaps at the instigation of Dionysus in the sky, I want you to see everything I've been through, and I'll tell you about it.