I'm on a role! Three Drarry fics in a day and a half. xD Too much inspiration. Oh. Listening to 'Can't Have You by the JB just inspired me. New plot. New one-shot. But imma add at least one or two more angst-y fics. Cause I like it and cause I've been feeling . . . depressed. Darn stupid female, boy best friend stealer. D: I curse her. Oh well. Imma get over it cause they're in love and I'm left alone. . . oh. Sad. Anyways. This somewhat rant would be longer than the actual fic - which is mroe or less like a poem - so I end it here yeah.
Disclaimer: No. Nothing. Zilch. Owns nothing, has nothing. Cept maybe a few pictures of Draco . . . :D Obsessed much?
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These Candles
If only we were back together
If only we had never split up
We would still be together
Holding each other tight, like every night for the past four years
Note that I haven't moved on
And that I would never be able to
I can never truly get over the fact that I lost you
You said those oh so simple word,
"It's not right." And with that you left
We haven't met or spoken to each other since
We have never seen one another, have we?
It was all for the better, I could read it in your eyes
Not once nor twice did you say you loved me
More than three times, more than four
More than three times in a day
You are clichéd
And very much childish
You act like a spoiled child and you've left me here, alone
I have never thought that we'd end up like this
I wanted to spend eternity with you
We could've spent every single day together
We would've been happy
You would've been nineteen
And you would've been alive
Looking at nineteen, black and burnt candles, saddens me
Every single day since that goodbye I never stopped thinking about you
Nineteen candles for nineteen years of age
Of those nineteen years we spent four together,
And that very last day keeps on repeating, again and again in my head
Empty and cold. That is what I am now
Hallow and sad. Without you everything seems useless, meaningless
Dark and bitter. You brought the best in me, but without you I am simply nothing but a dark boy
Lonely and shattered. You break me into two, but what was worst was that you not only tore my life apart, you also shattered my heart
Nothing and forever to be enslaved, thinking and wishing we'd have spent more time together
These nineteen candles represent the years you have been alive. The last candle, the tallest one of all would've been your present year.
July 31st. The saddest time of year there is. The day of your birth and of your death.
These candles represent nothing but loss years of life.
I miss you so much, and I wish you could blow these nineteen candles on this sad and damp looking cake.
Damp of my tears.
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Angsty. I'm a corny person and . . . Draco is lonely. If you haven't figured it out yet, this is set in Draco's POV. Harry died - on his own birthday, sad, sad - so yeah. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Let's all keep up the Christmas cheer and give Kris reviews! XD
Happy holidays, all! :D
