I just had a verry bad day. Sorry if it sucks.

A tall slim boy placed a flower bouquet on an old grave, he wiped away few tears and took a deep breath. "Dear Draco. Ten years passed since you left me. I am sorry for not visiting your grave, not even once. I never had the strength to do it..

I still remember your look, the way your grey eyes shine under the moonlight. I still remember your voice when you talk softly to me, just me. I still remember your smell, so sweet.. I still remember how you taste even if I never found that taste ever again.

I remember that day, I remember how I just defeated Voldemort. I remember you running to me a huge grin on your face, you kissed me hard then you held me tightly. None of us saw your father casting the killing curse. You relaxed in my arms and I didn't realize what was happening. You let go and stared slipping from my embrace. I remember myself trying to keep you standing up, and then I saw your mother screaming and pushing your dad while she cried. My legs felt weak and I fell on my knees bringing you down with me.

I don't know how long I held you then people took you away from me afraid that I'll die from crying.

People that once hated you, hated us.. You know what they say 'Once you're dying, everybody suddenly loves you'.

I remember Mrs Weasley and Hermione trying to hug me. I remember pushing them and running away after throwing the elder wand next to your body.

I remember hearing Ron telling them to leave me alone for a while so I can calm down, he told them I'll come back when I feel better.

I never came back, I never felt better..

I ran as fast as I can, I took as many means of transport as I can, trains leading me to nowhere.

I settled down two years later in America, New York City, I found a job. I now work as a teacher in a muggle high school, nothing magical. I never used magic after that day.

Here I am visiting your grave for the first time, I never accepted the fact that you died, my first love, my first everything. I love you.. I'm just tired, I can't forget you, my heart hurts, I really miss you." Harry's voice broke as he stared at the grave sliding his hand slowly in the pocket of his cloak feeling the new material he bought .

A woman walking to her house let out a scream dropping the bags she was carrying as she recognized a green light coming from the graveyard.

Green eyes opened as the boy heard a very familiar voice of a Slytherin boy he knew years ago "Emm Harry?".

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