So my friend called up and she went on to tell me about practical examination schedules lined up for us.. and she was saying something about the files that have to be given… and she stops, suddenly
“hey, d’you know??…”
“What?” I say.
“He died. Alan Rickman.”
Me…”haha, sure. “
“what.. really? REALLY?
TELL ME NAH!!
NO. NO NO. NO!
no, man. why.
I mean, how?”
“Cancer, he was 69.”
Oh, why. Him? Severus Snape?
But he was supposed to sit in his rocking chair and read Harry Potter for the rest of eternity.
Just look at him… this wonderful, beautiful man. And the character he played… character? No, he was real for me. Snape was real. Snape was oh, him….
I know I’m writing crap. But very less celebrity deaths affect me and his’ has just broken my heart…
I really could cry.
this one simple dialouge… it made the story Snape come true…
tell me if this scene could be done any better…
Snape, you’d cried for Lily… you’d cried for love… you lived for love…
And Alan, you gave a face to the best love story that I have felt… not only a face, you gave life to the words of Snape… you brought him alive…
and now, you’re saying ,you’re not alive…
You became Snape.
THE Severus Snape.
I’m gonna cry now.
Yes, please… :’)
Rest In Peace, Alan Rickman.
And know that you are loved.