Before the Fall

When you are a child, your life is measured in seasons. The school, the break, the running for your life. Then, the summer. Enough days slipping through for you to recover your head. Enough weeks for you to miss it. Just enough hours to waste to make you anxious for studies again, make you forget the stress of it. The summer slips through you slow as syrup, sweet as honey. And then you return to the seasons, the breaks, the running for your life. Luckily, you kill the monster at the end of the story.

Then there is a final summer.

Before you are an adult and don't measure your life by seasons anymore. There is no break.

The future will come. Even if you turn your back and run for your life, you cannot outrun Your Life.

You can only look into its pitch black eyes and hope it lets you move forward.

Or, Hermione talks to a therapist after killing a Death Eater in the Battle of Hogwarts, a Doctor Riddle.