A/N: Honestly, I don't even know what this is. It was just a thought that came to me in the (wait for it) shower. It's my first time doing something like this (I don't even know what to call it).
Disclaimer: I do not own :(
I take out my box of chocolates and place them on the windowsill.
I place the ashtray next to the chocolates.
I light a cigarette and put it on the ashtray, letting it burn.
I sigh and look out the open window.
The trees shed their leaves as I shed my tears.
Cursing the Fates, I hug my knees and cry.
Slowly, my hand reaches for a chocolate.
I eat it.
The taste of the chocolate.
The smell of the burning cigarette.
The memory of the taste and smell, blending in with each other.
So many memories.
Too many memories.
I loved eating chocolates.
He loved to smoke.
We lived on a diet of chocolates and cigarettes.
I am pulled away from my tears as my daughter comes running into my arms.
"Mummy, don't cry," She says. "Please."
I want to try my best for her, to stop.
But I cannot.
Not today.
Of all days, not today.
"I love you, Mummy, please stop crying!" She pleads.
I look at her with swollen eyes and sniff.
How could I tell her?
She barely even knew him.
Nine years ago, today was the day her Daddy died.
Nine years ago, the love of my life died.
Nine years ago, Draco died.
A/N: I still have no idea what I've done. I don't even know if the genre is correct LOL. But thank you for reading :)