Unrepentant

(NOT PART OF THE STORY- SET BEFORE CHAPTER 1)

Sebastain Sallow had fallen in love with woman infront of him. He loved her lopsided smile, and her beautiful sapphire eyes. He loved how the speck of gold that were scattered around her irises looked like sparks off a flame. Like they were meant to only look at him. He loved how every scar she had told a story. He loved how his memory would forever be connected to her in the small slit above her brow, or the gash on her shoulder. He loved how she ran everywhere she was going, how she was always barely on time to everything. He loved how she never wore her cloak, how she stood out from everyone in the busy halls. He loved her laugh, something that seemed so rare recently. She stood infront of him in the cold of the undercroft, her thoughts a million miles away. All he could do was stare.
He loved her.
"Seb," He didn't know what she was saying, only that she said it so sweetly. He ran his thumb over her scars. Over her eyebrow, past her cheek, across her bottom lip, before letting it rest under her chin, pulling her towards him. And she let him.
When there lips collided it felt like he had died and arrived at the gates of heaven. The world ceased to exist. It was just him and the girl in his arms. He could feel the wet tears in their eyes fall onto eachovers cheeks, as she continued to kiss him. They pulled apart for a moment. And she continued to cry.
"Sebastian." He never knew how it was possible to love a sound so much, yet hate it entirely. He didn't want her to cry. He wanted her to smile uo at him again, hold him close like she would never let go.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean it. I needed to protect her, he attacked you. I had too. You know that." He begged her to understand. To stop crying and kiss him again.
"We told you to stop seb, so many times."
"I know you did, I'm sorry. I'm sorry" He pulled her close again, but she didn't kiss him.
"I need to go."
...
She began to leave, pulling away from his arms.
"I love you"
She didn't respond.
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Sebastain sat in his small cell, legs pulled to his chest, tears falling from his face. His loneliness moves him to an endless black. He thinks of her, smiling in the arms of the sun, laughing and dancing and living. Jealously fuels him, and feeds him with doubt that he'll never look into her sapphire eyes again. He dreads that she'll never come back. That she won't save him this time. That she's forgotten him entirely.

He sat in his castle of grey stone and bitter cold. And the claws of the dementors tear away his will. His happiness. His love for the girl with the magical eyes.
He builds a wall of stone around his heart. Digs a ditch around his thoughts. No one will storm his castle. Not the dementors, not the guards and not her.
The moans become a mind numbing chorus. The cold freezes him in place. He feels nothing anymore.
How could she leave him here.
He rememberd the night in the Undercroft. Her lips gently on his as he pulled her closer still. He would have burnt the world for her. But she sent him here to freeze to death. A painful repetitive hell.
He took solice in the burning pain in his chest. The fire that raged within him kept him warm in the bitterness. His frosted breath stopped looking like his spirit, escaping his body leaving him for dead. It began toi look like the smoke of a dragon. It began to remind him he was still alive. Despite everything she had done he was still alive.
Power flooded his fingers, painful as it pushed to escape it confinement. Another reminder.
The dementors stole his happy memories, leaving only a stinging cold.
But he was alive.
Everyday he fought to survive was another day he was alive.
No-one could take that from him again.