happy life?strange

Viddy sensitively sensed Severus' depression.But now, he can't share the pressure at all.All he could do was sit in the dark, empty, waiting for Severus to come back, to be cared for, to be warmed by him.

Little Severus is always anxious about the future, and the adults in his heart always think farther ahead, so he wants to seize all job opportunities, save every penny as much as possible, and save every penny as much as possible. He kept saving every shilling, and as a result of going to work day and night, his small body was a bit unbearable. The foundation of his body was relatively poor. After Aunt Thompson left, he couldn't guarantee the regularity of his three meals. The nutrition of the food is not enough at all. Compared with Vidi's white and tender, the flesh on Severus's body has evaporated, and the whole person has become a thin bamboo pole, with a big head propped on a thin body On his face, his hands were rougher than the bark of a century-old pine tree due to constant bleeding and chapping. The shampoo he was only willing to give to Viddy was the dishwashing liquid he used. Although Severus's black hair was no longer greasy all day long, However, he was ruined by himself and turned yellow and split ends. In order to save money, the hair he cut casually grew to his shoulders, and it was still a little unkempt due to static electricity.Part of the money earned is saved and part of it is used for daily use.Children grow up very fast, so they have to buy clothes.Severus still bought new clothes for Viddy, and went shopping for some second-hand clothes himself.The current image of Severus, put it in front of anyone who travels through the crowd, will not recognize this little boy with withered yellow hair like a carrot head as the little professor in the book. His image is no different from that of an old bat Neither the bat nor the little bat can be relied on. You know, the standard equipment for little Snape is greasy black hair, a big aquiline nose and oversized maternity clothes.Under the influence of our pseudo-Severus soul, the big hooked nose neutralized the small nose in the previous life and became a moderate size.The gloom that was originally unique to the little professor was also evaporated by the pseudo-Severus.

In autumn, London has been shrouded in misty rain.The sudden cold weather caught Severus unprepared, and after Viddy put on slightly thicker clothes, he didn't have a jacket to keep him out of the cold.I originally wanted to go to the second-hand market when I was free, but this day, the rain hit the ground and the roof like venting anger.It was already very cold at night, coupled with the torrential rain, Severus was completely soaked, his thin clothes were all drenched and stuck to his body, the chill from the outside had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and he returned home shivering.He missed the big bathtub back then. How wonderful it would be to lie in the bathtub and listen to music on such a night.Unfortunately, this is impossible, of course, little Severus will fight for this goal now.I feel the rain is getting more and more painful on my body, I feel my body is getting weaker and weaker, and my legs start to tremble.When he finally returned to Spider's End and touched the gate with his hand, Severus' eyes went dark, and the strength in his legs was completely exhausted, as if he was stepping on cotton, and he just passed out at the gate.

Viddy waited for his return every day, no matter how late.When he heard little Severus' footsteps, he stood up and groped his way to the door, which he knew well enough not to bump into or fall again.But before he opened the door, he only heard the sound of falling to the ground with a "bang", and then what could enter his ears was the sound of frantic wind and torrential rain.He reached out helplessly, and all he caught was moist air.Trying to call out to Severus, all that came out was breath.At this moment, he hated himself so much for being helpless.Trying to move forward, I tripped over something.The cold touch of his hands made him tremble all over, touch, it was Severus.Why is he not moving?Why is he cold all over?Why couldn't he see him, Viddy screamed inwardly.Pulling a drenched Severus in through the door had exhausted Vidy, and he gasped slightly.Biting his lower lip, trying to carry Severus on his back, he fell over, and Severus still fell to the ground.Viddy covered his face helplessly, wanting to cry.He couldn't bring Severus up to the second floor, couldn't put him in bed.

The stubbornness and stubbornness in his nature finally reappeared quietly in Viddy's little head. Viddy never considered that he could put Severus on the sofa in the living room, which would save trouble and worry.All he could think about was getting Severus into bed...

After finally dragging Severus to the bed, Viddy was slumped on the floor, bruises from his fall.Not minding the pain in his body, he fumbled to get the drenched clothes off Severus' body, the cause of his blindness, a job that made it extremely difficult for him.He also knew that he should wipe Severus' body, but there was no hot water in the house, all he could do was dry Severus' body as much as possible with clean clothes.Undressing is difficult, putting on clothes is almost impossible.He pulled the quilt back and leaned against Severus, Severus' body was still cold, trembling slightly, his hand touched his forehead, as if the temperature was a little high.

Viddy's hand brushed Severus' face lightly, gently, like a breeze blowing through petals.Starting from the hair, slowly stroking down bit by bit, outlining the lines of the people under his hands.Slender eyebrows, closed eyes, thin sunken cheeks, Vidi's hand stopped when he touched here, small nose, cracked lips...I sketched it over and over again, from slow to Fumble quickly and from fast to detailed.Then, Vidi lowered his head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips on the chapped lips of the sleepy man, stretched out his small pink tongue, and moistened the lips of the most important person bit by bit. .

--------------Voldemort Manor--------------

Darkness and loneliness squeezed from all directions, standing alone in the empty space, unable to grasp any reality.

Listen, who's laughing, laughing at your delusions

Listen, who is crying, crying for happiness that cannot be obtained

In the dark bedroom, the black-haired young man suddenly woke up from his dream.His hands are trembling, whose face is that?Whose warmth is his finger touching?The faint warmth at the corner of the mouth is the trace of who left it.Maybe the moonlight outside the window is strong, maybe the stars are as beautiful as diamonds, but in my heart, everything is not important.The touch of the fingertips is the source of his beloved.

Picking up the smooth magic wand that never leaves the body, the moment the hand was about to move, the heart seemed to be grasped by sharp claws and relentlessly did not let go, such a sharp pain hit, the heart contracted instantly due to the pain, He staggered, a mouthful of black blood spewed out from his throat.

Black blood bloomed on the dark green ground, like black dahlias blooming strangely in the dark night.Instead of caring about his own discomfort and the sudden appearance of multiple bleeding wounds on his body, he smiled cruelly and triumphantly, and whispered, "Even you can't stop me from caring, Voldemort"

The magic wand is waving in the air like a dance, and the golden lines of stars jump out from it, spinning and changing like an elf. Voldemort covered his mouth, the dark blood dripped drop by drop from the crevices of his fingers, he didn't care about the tingling in his head, he was fascinated by the golden line outlining a child's face, his black The eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky.

The child's face was not beautiful or delicate, he was thin, with his eyes closed, floating alone on the silk pillow of the luxurious big bed. Such a scene was, in fact, terrifying.But Voldemort watched fascinatedly, and touched those lines with trembling hands, the tenderness of his fingers seemed to really touch the most precious and only treasure in his life.

"Is it you? It's you." Voldemort's words were soft and indulgent that he had never shown before. He opened his arms, hugged the imaginary body in his mind, and looked at the sleeping child's face, "I Envy him, he can be by your side. I envy him, he can hug you. Maybe you will never know that there is me in the world."

No matter how painful it is, I still want to look at you, even if you are wiped out, I still want to hug you, the only blooming flower in my life, the only emotion that exists in my life.

When I leave you gently,

let me go back to the north,

When the north is full of snow,

I will miss you far away.

In that lonely night like water,

I used to hold you tight,

The sky full of stars is silent,

Happiness fills the heart with joy.