All because
Snape clutched a small note in his hands and stared at it with shock. He had not expected this..
He had expected the betrayal, he had expected the notes, he has expected the excuses but he had not expected the pain. The sharp pain that was killing him...
All because of one note...
All because of one sentence..
All because he had allowed himself to hope...
Unable to hold back, he ran to the darkest corner of of the house and sat on the black couch before letting his tears go..
Finally...
After two month of finding out his lover's infidelity, he sat here crying in couch..
His body shook more in silent cries as his mind continued to call him pathetic. He held himself trying to control as his mask slipped away and his broken soul begain to renew it's wound.
All because of love...
All because of the great Harry Potter...
All because for once, he actually believe he was anything more than an ugly death eater with an lonely empty eyes behind a cold mask of potion master...