A Face of Melting Snow

[completed] I’m not the same. I’ll never be the same again. There’s no hope for that. How do I get going again, now that I am standing still? How do I act like this, speak like that, look like this, sound like that? When I don’t know who or what I am anymore? How can I? After everything? How can it all feel so different? I’m already in my grave. I’m afraid I’ve lost my way. Hermione, what a fantastic death I missed...