Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

As for you, most of your experience has been focused on Emily and this school, except to say good morning to me occasionally, and nothing more.This is the security I want.There are so many lovely children in my academy who treat me like a senior.They don't care about my past, they adore me and love me for the spells I know.

How can I not be touched by this, how can I not give them the same in return?Suddenly, I thought the meaning of my life was no longer in you, but in these children.I taught them as much as I could, and I stayed up all night for them, learning new spells and broadening my own horizons.

Once I think back to that time, my memories are filled with laughter.It's just that things that are too beautiful will eventually come to an end, and Vivian refuses to forgive me for the mistakes I made to you.When I know your blood is flowing in my body, I am too surprised to know how to deal with it.

I wanted to tell you.But Emily is pregnant, and you stay by her side all day, and you never have time to say a word to me.My mother, my family has long since severed ties with me, they abandoned me, you abandoned me.Everything I finally had was suddenly gone from me.

Seeing those lovely children, I was so in awe of life that I pushed myself to the point of no return.I dare not, cannot, let alone kill my child.I had to flee.Pretending to still miss Dalia, I once again walked on the road to the other side of the strait alone.

Going back to the place I was nostalgic for once, my lovely Dalia has sunk forever in the boundless Aegean Sea.According to her neighbors, she went out to sea humming a song on a gorgeous sunny day and never came back.I lived in the cabin we used to live together, and slept in the same bed that used to have her next to me.

I am getting more and more tired every day, and I am always groggy and living a grotesque life.Everything I have ever been is always in front of my eyes in a mess.There is you, there is my mother, and my dear Dahlia.In the dark, I always feel that she is still by my side, touching my hand, giving me supreme comfort and companionship, and gently calling my name.

In the evening, I would sit on the rocks on the beach, listen to the sound of the waves beating on the beach, and let the quicksand slide across my skin.The crystal-colored sky turned dark red, then golden yellow, then crimson purple, and finally returned to darkness.The beach looks pale in the moonlight, just like my feelings for you.

An old man named Levo would often sit beside me and look up at the ever-changing sky above.We visited at his home when Dahlia was still alive.His family's daughter, Lenite, had a very good relationship with Dalia, and they went to sea together in the last time, and died in the boundless and endless ocean.

He was a learned man, a seer.Occasionally, we also chat.As a matter of course, our chats always revolved around Dalia.One day, after repeating my deep love for Dahlia again and again, the old man said to me in his hoarse voice:

"Boy, passion and love are different."

His words seemed very abrupt, and I looked at him puzzled.He said: "Passion is real, but love is not; passion is momentary, it will be consumed by time, but love is eternal, not setbacks can stop it. You say you love Dalia, but you fail to distinguish them. "

He looked at me: "Emotions, and our lives are like this. We always have to see through the fog. The fog is made up of your lies, dreams, personality, your experiences, and the way you live. place. After a long time, when you get closer, some of the fog will dissipate. It exists to protect you, although it sometimes causes slight damage."

I didn't know what to say, I just nodded slightly.

He said, "One day you will understand, Lord Slytherin."

I could feel the comforting smile etched into his aging face, even though it was hidden in the wrinkles.I sighed and told him that my title had long since been annulled by my family, and I am afraid I myself have been removed from the genealogy.No one will remember my existence anymore.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I was wrong.I think of the castle at Hogwarts, and the smiling faces of the kids in my house—they will remember me, they will love me.I'm so heartless, so stupid: I think all day long about those who desert me, but I don't see those who love me.

Godric Gryffindor, tell me, tell me why?I want to hear you give me an answer.Tell me, why are those people who suddenly walk into your life more important than me?Why, I have never really been a part of your life, but you are so irreplaceable to me?

Godric Gryffindor, you are my destiny.Indulging in the riverside of Kadu, I have already foreseen this in the haze.And that night in the dilapidated tavern, when I pierced the smoke rings you spit out one by one, my heart seemed to find peace of belonging.Not the pleasure of being with Dalia, not the admiration for Rowena——I don't know how to define my feelings for you.

I spent a year and two months here.Life here is intertwined by fiery daylight and quiet night.The sea breeze here kisses my cheek with the temperature of the sun, your temperature.

By now, my consciousness is no longer clear, and my consciousness is gradually disappearing.Everything in those memories is so precious to me, and it is the treasure I have harvested in my life.Although to you, they are of little importance.But you should know, shouldn't you?Even if you don't value me, treat me with the compassion you have for the people of the world!

I beg your pity, Godric Gryffindor.At least when I am dying, say one more gentle word to me!Just like you've always done with Emily.I am sorry for my ignorance and deceit, for my pretending to be deep and indifferent, and for my wishful thinking and unrealistic expectations for you.

After half a year, Anna—my wife, finally appeared in this world.From the moment I saw her, I knew I loved her.Before that, it was unimaginable--I didn't look forward to her coming, I thought I would abandon her, abandon her in this far country.

I don't know why I named her Anna, but I think this name has the warmth and warmth of a fire.I want her to be that kind of person, a warm person.Like Dahlia.

like you.

But I miss you like crazy, my home, my lovely kids at my academy.I want to go back to Britain.I wanted Ana to see a very different world.But I'm always afraid: will you discover the truth I'm hiding?Will Anna get hurt because of this?

I finally returned to Hogwarts with hesitation.That day, you stood by the door of my bedroom and gave me a long-lost hug. You said:

"Saar, I am very sorry about what happened to Dalia."

I lied again.Let me tell you, Anna is the child of me and Dalia, and Dalia died in a shipwreck after Anna was born.Listening to your words, I have thousands of words in my heart, but I dare not tell you any of them.My heart is screaming, telling me to confess to you.But I say:

"it's already over."

"By the way, Thrall," you asked, "what's that in your hand?"