Broken
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was actually over a year ago. The day the one I loved left me.
He didn't really give a reason. He just said he had no clue what I was doing. I asked if we could be
friends and he said yes. Now I have to put a mask up when I'm around him. Every so often I have
to laugh at his weekend rendevous stories while my heart is being torn apart hearing them. On the
outside I am happy. My friends even believe I have moved on. The only one who knows the truth is the one i thought i could never confide in. Severus Snape or as i have been calling him, Sev. He was the onlywho knew how Draco felt about me. Sev has told me that Dray really did love me but that Lord Voldemort broken him. He was not mentally stable when he said that he never loved me and that he hated me. Voldemort made my baby a broken man. He had erased all the memories Dray had of me. All the late night talks, fights, and make up. That's why when I kissed him he flipped and asked me what the hell I was doing. I have never felt as much hurt as I did in that moment. I guess that was Voldemort's plan all along. Through breaking the only one I love he could break me without it being traced back to him. It worked. I am a broken soul with a broken heart living a lie. I can only hope that I will do or say something that trigger his memory. Until it happens I wear a smile and keep wishing. One day it will happen, I'm sure but for now it'll be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy the men with broken souls. We are broken, well for right now anyways.