AN/ Sorry if my grammer and spelling is mess up my spell check is like nonexistant this is my first story and i hope ya like it R&R
Kill Myself
He had nothing left. His mom had died at the hands of his father. His wife had been murdered two years ago by someone he trusted. His job was going nowhere he wanted to go. The bank was getting ready to take everything he had worked to regain everything his father lost when he went to jail.
His wife had been saying for months he should fix the fence around the house. She had nagged him to do more cleaning around the house. He was going to do that tonight.
He began in the morning, starting on the fence. He repaired the broken boards, replaced the rusty nails.
As the first coat of fresh paint dried, he looked at old chair on the porch. It was his easy chair from many years ago, when he was a different man.
He returned inside to clean the house. He had to vacuum the floors, dust the walls and pictures, throw out the firewhisky bottles and put the junk away. He would do it the way Miranda had taught him many years ago.
The pictures showed all the happiness that he had had in his life: school, friends, family. He would give anything to have them back.
After hours of working, the house was clean. Miranda would like the house like this.
He walked to the bedroom. It had seemed large since Miranda had died. He sat on the bed and looked at the picture on the wall. It was their wedding, the happiest day of his life.
With the picture clutched in one hand, he moved toward the draw and pulled out his wand. He had not used it in years. Magic had killed the muggleborn he had fallen in love with the moment his eyes met hers.
He sat on the bed and took one final look at the picture in his grip.
"I love you Miranda," Draco whispered before he pointed the wand at himself.