Author's Note/Disclaimer: First FF! I wrote this as ransom for Chocolate from my good friend Dana! It's short, sort of angsty, I guess, and please be nice to it. Believe it or not the idea came to me during Civics class.
I do NOT own any of the characters or any Harry Potter affliated stuff, I also do not own a cell phone... irrelevant
Some scars refuse to heal
He used to wait by the front door, silent tears pouring down his pale face, leaving trails of remorse. His alabaster fingers were pressed up against the glass in hope that it would break away, letting him into a world that held his dreams… dream, more like it. He used to sit there everyday, waiting and waiting. He doesn't do that anymore.
He used to sit in the closet, with all of his clothes, breathing in their musky scent. He used close is eyes and pretend that He was only inches away, that everything was forgotten, everything was right, everything was the way it used to be. Opening his eyes always brought disappointment, the happiness he had felt moments before was washed away by a wave of agony. He doesn't do that anymore.
Draco used to wait by the phone, his hands gripping the receiver praying to hear his voice again. Waiting for the shrill ring of the phone to connect him to his only love. Each time he picked it up he expected to hear Harry's warm familiar voice. He doesn't do that anymore.
Hope is lost, heart is broken, time has run out.
He's stopped.
Because Harry's never coming back, never coming home.
Draco is alone.
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