For my amazing, wonderful friend SiriuslyHilarious.
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Broken
Narcissa's hot breath hung on the frozen air as her lip quivered and a tear streaked down her flawless porcelain skin. She did not like to cry. She was always one to hold her head high and hide her emotions for the forever watching world around her. But not this time. She couldn't hold back that burning, jolting pain inside of her that she knew would slowly devour her heart, mind and soul.
"Move on," Lucius had said to her, "Forget about it."
Forget? Just forget? He was clueless! How could she just /forget/ such a thing! It was times like these when Narcissa felt like giving up on her "perfect" family; her "perfect" life. Her life would be perfect no more. She knew this better than anyone else in this pathetic excuse of a world. How could she move on? How could she ever be happy again.
Narcissa dropped to her knees on the frosty ground in the garden at Malfoy Manor and sobbed into her hands. She did not care for the savage wind that was biting as her exposed neck and hands. /She/ wouldn't have cared either... /Bellatrix/ wouldn't have cared...
Bellatrix.
Narcissa cried harder, not bothering herself with the weak whimpering she was unintentionally coming out with.
Bellatrix, the most important person in Narcissa's life, was dead.
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