Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

She talked about the boy named Aivah, the encounter between him and her in the long canyon, his clear eyes, and his beautiful singing voice.She said that she would give him a mahogany sword as a token on the day of parting.However, he didn't come as promised, and neither did his singing.Rowena, she also told me she had a daughter then.At that time, I couldn't forget the hope and positive factors in her voice, she was so persistent in life, and her eyes were full of fiery enthusiasm.

Such a person, how can I deceive her?Of course, I will reveal my secrets to her little by little, including my bloodline, my family... Sometimes in order to win her favor, I will give her hair that can be used to make powerful potions, And it often works.Every time I see her sadness fade away, I seem to feel that the gloom in my heart is lifted.

In this way, she accompanied me through the silent dusk day after day, until the sun was setting, and your figure would appear in the castle room.Since then, you have misunderstood the relationship between me and her, and have since reduced my chances of meeting her.Every time I want to chat with her, you either always listen in silently, or find various excuses to distract her.

I have asked you why this is the case, but your answers are often very vague, you just point out a few shortcomings of Rowena, and then you don’t say a word. If things go on like this, I will no longer ask curiously, just do my best Protect your relationship with Rowena.

I once told Rowena that I don't want to get anything from you, especially a person like me will not accept your charity.As for you, you are too sentimental and rarely express your feelings from the heart.Your love and feelings are always exaggerated, making it hard for people to see your true face.But that's what I like about you. I like the illusion of forgetting each other when I'm by your side. What do you think I should do?

I still remember that you said to take me on a tour, walk through the Simpler Gades that was once written on paper, sit on the coast of Colchis and look at the clouds and clouds in the sky, and pursue Medea and Jason footprint.You walk in the sunshine on a sunny day, and the most beautiful colors of light and shadow are reflected on your face, presented in your ocean-like eyes that contain everything.I have to be careful even when I breathe, for fear that if I take a step closer, this unspeakable beauty will be destroyed by my darkness.

Aphrodite stood on the sparkling sea, emitting a faint radiance.The flexible light interweaves to form an oil painting before my eyes.Even the simple sound of the waves hitting the beach is like a ballad turned into a minor key, hitting my heart one after another, blending with my heartbeat.

The recitative you read is muffled but seductive.I still remember your sunny face with a smile on your face, pretending to be sad, saying sadly, "When love is too deep, all glory and value will be lost", and then laughing heartily to yourself.

I admire the intelligence of Muggles.They make up for their lack of ability with wisdom, and they use unrestrained imagination to turn nothing into something.

But it is this intelligence that is itself dangerous.They place themselves above all things and think they can dominate the world. You see, how aggressive this is, and what a worrisome future it is for us!You have never noticed this.

There I met the lovely Dalia, the pretty girl, the girl I once fell in love with.It was the brightest time of my life.

I thought I loved her.Her chestnut-colored hair is so soft and fine; she lies in my arms, like a bird resting safely.Every time I put my hand on her cheek, I wait to feel the passion like a flame—the temperature that attracts me.I want to protect her, I want her to pay only for me.Little by little the male part of me is overshadowing the female part inspired by you.

And she accepted me.I panicked that time, and Vivian can attest that it was my first time with her.My hands were trembling, and she unbuttoned my clothes one by one... she was cute and docile.We kiss and please each other.She gave me a taste of what it's like to enjoy lust.

That's why I fell so fast and so thoroughly.Originally, I thought that my life could stay in that picturesque scenery forever, and I could live peacefully and comfortably with Dalia for the rest of my life.By then you had returned to Great Britain, and I thought my heart's longing for you had been overshadowed by mad love.

But Godric Gryffindor, your letter sent me back to my cold cage.

You are getting married, with a noblewoman.Her name is Emily Crystal.

It's only been four months since we separated, and I've known you for almost two years, how could you, how could you do this?I thought you were so warm and distant to everyone, now I think it's just a stupid lie for my self-comfort.I thought you would only have a lover, not a lover; I thought I would be the last person who was always by your side, I thought I was your closest person.In an instant, I was disappointed to find that I was the only one who never walked into your life.There is only me alone, and there is such a deep gully between me and you.

My love for Dahlia was exhausted at last by an unspeakable pain in my heart, and I returned to the Isle of Great Britain alone.Walking through the rough and cracked land, facing the howling wind, a voice in my heart is clamoring, longing to see your face, longing to return to your embrace.And another voice said to me, it's better never to see you again.

The latter, no doubt, out of my pride.But don't you know, my pathetic self-esteem is humbler than a beggar in front of you.This kind of humility is engraved in the bone marrow, and it will not go away with time, nor can it be buried by heavy snow.

Once again I compromised.My damned wimpy nature becomes more apparent when I see you.But I indulged you, and I indulged myself, walking into the abyss beyond redemption.

The strange thing is that you always have an invisible and unknowable magic that can gently turn the pain in my heart into hope.When I walked into your house again, following the footsteps of time, you greeted me with a smile and gave me a sudden hug.you say:

"You're back."

I say:

"Yes."

You said:

"I miss you."

You don't, Godric Gryffindor, you only think about the time you and I have had, only the freedom you had when you were not engaged, with your friends around you.I know all of this well, but I don't miss a single word, and I just enjoy this long-lost hug like this.

My body responds to you, and the femininity seems to come back to me.You circle my body, but you still don't feel the slightest bit of these changes, and if I don't tell you one day, you will never know.Rubbing your hand on my back, you said to me: "You are still as beautiful as ever."