[HP Doujin] 1943

As soon as Tom came over that night, I knew he was in real trouble.The road to the village was blocked by the blizzard, and before twelve o'clock at night, Tom knocked on the kitchen door, and stumbled in, cold all over, with mud and snow in his boots, Half of the robe exudes a strong bloody smell.

"I was tricked by Francis again." He walked in, took off his boots, and walked to the fire to warm his frozen fingers, "Where's your maid?"

"Becca's asleep," I said. "I've put a little potion in her pumpkin juice."

He nodded and didn't say anything else. He lowered his head halfway, his hair was hanging down from his forehead, and there was violence and anger in his eyes.I looked at him, and my mind was full of his nonsensical "Francis tricked me again".What does it mean?

I just felt an unreasonably strong fear in my heart, as if the past I knew was not the real past, and the future I knew was not the real future.

I poured him a large glass of brandy, helped him off his damp cloak and robe, and set him in a tub of hot water for a bath.While he was in the shower, I kept sitting on the bed with my knees hugged, looking at the trembling snowstorm outside the dark window, feeling more and more fearful and helpless.

He walked into my room after taking a shower, took a cigarette and sat on the bedside, his brows frowned, without saying a word.I knew he was thinking, so I didn't bother him, I just lay on the bed with my clothes on, and accompanied him quietly.

I fell asleep before I knew it, and when I woke up again, I found that the light in the room had been turned off, and Tom was lying beside me, breathing evenly, with a peaceful face like a child.

I stared at him blankly, wondering why he was ever a child.He was never a child.The world had prematurely robbed him of the privilege of enjoying his childhood.No one can ever give him anything.Like me, what he learned from childhood is to strive for what he wants, but the power of darkness is always around us. In the end, in order to fight against the darkness, he can only become a stronger darkness.

Many things, although I do not know, but I vaguely know.Like that snowy night when Tom stumbled into my house, I felt the net tightening around us.I don't know who is behind this net.I'll never know.

I lay down next to Tom, turned slightly, and leaned forward to plant a reverent kiss on his forehead like a mother kisses a child.

Maybe I have never had faith, but my love for him is the god I enshrine in my heart.

The wind and snow outside the window were swirling, the fireplace in the bedroom was crackling, and the cold wind was whining through the gap in the window.In this gloomy, cold, uninhabited country farmhouse, I suddenly had a hallucination that Tom and I were floating in the ocean hand in hand.The sea water is dark blue, surging up and down rhythmically, gentle and warm, reflecting the long starlight, brilliant and beautiful.The Milky Way passed across our heads, magnificent and dazzling, and wisps of meteors seemed to be like smoke, surging and rippling in the river of stars.

I remembered that night in Athens, we fell asleep on a fishing boat in the deep blue Aegean Sea, fine rain fell on our faces, and on the pier on the other side of the inlet, a record player on a boat was slowly turning , playing the vicissitudes of life and eternal melody.

Love metender, love me sweet;

Neverletmego.

You have made my life complete.

And I love you so.

Love metender, love me true;

All my dreamfulfill,

Formydarling, I love you.

And I always will.

This is our world.Boundless, vast, full of mysterious rhythms, without morals, principles, and concepts, we have become prehistoric primitive humans, lying in the vast sky, waiting for death and the cruel plunder of predators, but without fear in our hearts, What should come will always come. Isn’t the meaning of life to embrace joy and pain with the same joy?Doesn't the truly vast life lie in the heart of the ocean, which hides the dirt and the dirt, and is generous and benevolent?

I feel like I'm fascinated by my own messy, illogical imagination.Between half-asleep and half-awake, the mysterious and long-lasting singing sounded in my mind again, carrying the mysterious rhythm of the universe——

Oh! How far you are from home

Oh, you're so far from home

Mornieutulie (Darkness has come)

darkness has come

Believe and you will find your way

Believe that you will stick to the creed

Mornie alantie (Darkness has fallen)

Even though the darkness

Apromise lives without you now

But you promise not to forget

Mayitbeshadowscall

May the call of the evil shadow

Will fly away

just fell

May it be your journey on

May your long journey

To light the day

light up the starry sky

Whenthenightisovercome

When the night is conquered by you

You may rise to find the sun

you will rise in the sun

I don't know when I started kissing him.My love for him has become a primitive animal-like emotion that needs no reason or explanation, deeply rooted in my heart. I don't want his honesty, his single-mindedness, or his morality. I just want him and I exist in the same world, isn't that a reason for love.Just like what Gillian once showed me in a Muggle novel "Daniel's Half Life": "If someone has to ask me why I love him, I can only think of one expression: 'Because he is He, I am me.' It is a force beyond my ability to express, ineffable, irresistible, that unites us."

Perhaps, after tonight, our common brilliant starry sky will no longer exist. Carpediem, living in the moment, isn't that why I want to seize every second with him?

I can't remember the last time I was this close to him.We are always close at hand, but thousands of mountains and rivers are separated, and it is so hard to get closer.When he finally came to his senses and started kissing me, I felt like I would give the rest of my life for just one second.

The next day, we woke up in the bright morning light of a snowy day, and I lay on his chest, raised my head, and lazily said good morning.

He smiled at me, lay on the bed for a few more seconds, got up and took a shower.

I went downstairs in my pajamas to make him coffee.When he came downstairs, he was already fully dressed, spotless and personable.I glanced at him, poured him a cup of strong clear coffee, and said, "Are you ready to go out and flirt with innocent little girls?"

He sat down at the table, his wet black hair a little messy.He took a sip of coffee, smiled and said, "The little girl is dead."

I shook my hand and spilled all the coffee on the table.

"Hepzibah Smith and Adelaide Smith are both dead." He said again, calm in his dark eyes, "If it's true, that's the headline of the Daily Prophet this morning .”

He took a piece of toast out of the toaster, smeared it with jam, took a bite and threw it on the table.He clapped his hands, with a majestic smile on his handsome face, and unfathomable dark eyes: "It seems that my busy day will start with playing a sad fiancé again. Wish me luck "He came to me, buttoned his robe, bent down and kissed me on the cheek, his dark eyes were fixed on me, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "My dear."

"Did you do it?" I grabbed his sleeve and asked impulsively.

He looked at me, shook his head slowly, and whispered, "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

I remembered what he said last night, "I was framed by Francis again", and I couldn't help but grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Did you get caught by Francis last night, so you hid here temporarily?" here?"

He looked at me for a few seconds with an unfathomable look in his eyes that I couldn't understand.Then he smiled, showing a touch of gentleness I was familiar with: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After Tom left, I took a deep breath, got out the parchment and quill, and wrote a letter to Francis, telling him, let's get a divorce.I don't want to waste like this anymore.Marriage to him was a mistake from the start, and maybe life will be hard with Tom, but I know it's the right thing to do.

Have you ever let go of the past and struggled to start a new life?Life is like a tree, and your life is like a pot filled with fresh soil.When you finally make up your mind to pull the roots of the old life out of the soil, you will be hurt and you will be hurt, but you will plant new saplings, and its green leaves will release the oxygen you really need .

But if you don't do it early because you are afraid of short-term pain, when the years accumulate, you will find that the roots of the old life have already taken over the entire flower pot.At that time, if you try to pull out the roots of the tree, the flower pot will also fall apart with your actions.You will become hopeless, desperate, and completely trapped in the cage of life.