R.I.P Alan Rickman and David Bowie.

On Monday my heart cracked, and yesterday it was broken into thousands of pieces. It will heal, I know. But it will remain empty forever, because one peace I do not want to return, I want to leave it here, in this memory. I find it difficult to gather the courage and understand what had happened, because we've lost two great artists - Alan Rickman and David Bowie.
They were not just my favorite artists, they were the heroes of my childhood. And it always seems that heroes are mighty and immortal, that they will live forever. And when they die, it's really hard to believe. At such moments you understand that your childhood ends. It leaves you together with them.
I do not want to say goodbye to them, they will always stay alive for me. For us. They live in our hearts. While we remember them, they won't die.
And now somewhere in Heaven blonde with colored eyes rocks the sky with Freddie Mercury. And an old professor at Hogwarts is teaching young witсhes and wizards how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death...

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