Fall into Madness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Ron
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
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7,532
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20
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 17 Final
Ron’s calendar had done phenomenally. Far better than he or his publisher had thought. He received several commissions for book covers to romance novels because he had portrayed the young ladies with such class and style as well as sex appeal. Pansy Parkinson looked fabulous in formal attired against a wintry background and one of the authors requested her specifically on the cover.
He walked through the graveyard, searching out the familiar pale grey headstone. He found it and took in the elegant script and smiling photo. ‘Dorian Stephan Di Vincenzo Beloved Son’. Ron arranged the flowers he brought in one of the built in vases. Taking a moment to look at the photo he cleared his throat.
“I know you were too big on things like flowers, but I guess leaving them is the only way anyone can pay their respects now.” He stood, thrusting his hands in his pockets. “I have been meaning to come and speak with you for some time, but as you know my work takes a lot of time….and well, I guess I never really knew what to say to you.”
He felt a tightening in his throat. This seemed so easy when he thought about it over the past few months. Now that he was here, it was hard. “Your uncle moved back, along with his son. They renamed the restaurant. It’s called ‘Dorian’s’ , and your cousin is taking a lot more responsibility. I told him how you used to go to other places and see what they were like, he thought it was brilliant.” He looked around, but controlled his nerves.
“Dorian, I don’t know why you did what you did, and why you felt you had no other way to deal with things, but I do want to let you know something Dorian. Even though I told you I didn’t love you anymore, I did love you before, when we were together and I suppose I still do in a way. You were the first man I fell in love with and that meant so much to me, how can you stop loving a man like that. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but you will always be special to me. I wish you hadn’t left that way, maybe we could have worked something out. Maybe we could have been friends again, but we won’t know that now.”
Ron let a few tears fall as he knelt before the headstone and spoke to the picture. “You were so proud and so sure of yourself, and that was so damned sexy to me. You were gorgeous and every bit the man, and that’s the one I miss. That’s the one I will remember. How many times did we hold each other, happy to just be in each others company? Too many to count. I have tried to understand you but I can’t, so I am not going to try anymore. I am just going to remember the man I used to love, and live happily with the one I love now.”
He wiped his tears away and stood. “Severus has mentioned moving in together, and maybe we will. It’s been nearly a year now, and I couldn’t be happier.”
He looked back at the picture, that smiled and winked at him. “I wish I could have loved you the way you needed me to but I just couldn’t. I wish you peace Dorian, and I hope wherever you are, you are happy.” He leaned down and kissed the photo. “I love you, Goodbye Dorian.” He walked away as a light breeze rustled the new flowers beside his picture.
The End
He walked through the graveyard, searching out the familiar pale grey headstone. He found it and took in the elegant script and smiling photo. ‘Dorian Stephan Di Vincenzo Beloved Son’. Ron arranged the flowers he brought in one of the built in vases. Taking a moment to look at the photo he cleared his throat.
“I know you were too big on things like flowers, but I guess leaving them is the only way anyone can pay their respects now.” He stood, thrusting his hands in his pockets. “I have been meaning to come and speak with you for some time, but as you know my work takes a lot of time….and well, I guess I never really knew what to say to you.”
He felt a tightening in his throat. This seemed so easy when he thought about it over the past few months. Now that he was here, it was hard. “Your uncle moved back, along with his son. They renamed the restaurant. It’s called ‘Dorian’s’ , and your cousin is taking a lot more responsibility. I told him how you used to go to other places and see what they were like, he thought it was brilliant.” He looked around, but controlled his nerves.
“Dorian, I don’t know why you did what you did, and why you felt you had no other way to deal with things, but I do want to let you know something Dorian. Even though I told you I didn’t love you anymore, I did love you before, when we were together and I suppose I still do in a way. You were the first man I fell in love with and that meant so much to me, how can you stop loving a man like that. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but you will always be special to me. I wish you hadn’t left that way, maybe we could have worked something out. Maybe we could have been friends again, but we won’t know that now.”
Ron let a few tears fall as he knelt before the headstone and spoke to the picture. “You were so proud and so sure of yourself, and that was so damned sexy to me. You were gorgeous and every bit the man, and that’s the one I miss. That’s the one I will remember. How many times did we hold each other, happy to just be in each others company? Too many to count. I have tried to understand you but I can’t, so I am not going to try anymore. I am just going to remember the man I used to love, and live happily with the one I love now.”
He wiped his tears away and stood. “Severus has mentioned moving in together, and maybe we will. It’s been nearly a year now, and I couldn’t be happier.”
He looked back at the picture, that smiled and winked at him. “I wish I could have loved you the way you needed me to but I just couldn’t. I wish you peace Dorian, and I hope wherever you are, you are happy.” He leaned down and kissed the photo. “I love you, Goodbye Dorian.” He walked away as a light breeze rustled the new flowers beside his picture.
The End