Draco's POV:
i can see it that perfection that people everywhere see about her. i can see the big bushy hair just like everyone else, and i can see the passion that everyone swears is there. i can see the sutdious mudblood that everyone belives she is. oh how wronge they are, shes broken from the inside, just only seeping onto the outside. anyone can see it when they look into her broken clod eyes, there is never any emothions there.
there used to be, that once was a lot. back when we first arrived, in first year, she was full of passion and could not wait to learn more and more about this world so new to her, it was beuatiful and i fell in love i fell in love with my mudblood, but its harder know 6 years latter to look at her and love something that is broken, just as it is hard to love someone who is jsut like me. both of us broken both of us can't be fixed.
here she comes now, walking done the hall, with a so called "friend" on each side. i wonder if they can see that she is broken to.
Hermione's POV:
they don't see it, no one does, it's cause i hide it so well, maybe to well. i know he can see it, he can see the borken of my soul and the cuts on my arms. but not even him, my pureblood, is enough to stop me. but them again its not my fault that i have gone throw what no teenager should, but what many seem to. is it my fault i just want it to end, is it my fault that for once in my life i just want to know love? emotions?
emotions, are they even real? its been so long so long since i have felt, really felt.
there he is, the other broken one, leaning against the wall. i know he can see the blood on my hands, jsut as i can see the blood on his, after all we are to of a kind. both broken sould that can't be fixed. at least we get to be broken together, maybe we can fix whats wronge with each of us. maybe i can finaly end my life
Draco's POV:
i see her and she can see me, its like we are watching each other, but it is not really watching, it is understanding.
understanding that when we meet up and let what we never feel go free, i geuss you could say. we know we are meant to be. but sometimes i wonder is it just becuase she likes the broken in me?
its someithng i well never know, but for now i well continue to meet her, my broken mudblood, and i well continue to love her untel we both go into the embrace of eternal darkness, waiting for us in every bend.
the end!