Author: This came to me while I was listeninng to a depressing song. Angst How I love thee

It hurt's

Some one save me I can't feel anything anymore.

Draco stood outside feeling the rain gently fall upon his skin.

He had left him behind no no no that wasn't true he had left the monster behind.

Harry had done it over and over again bringing stranger's home and taking them into their bed and fucking them. Draco would come home and find them and instead of screaming or crying. He would close the door and walk away . He would go to the store and by groceries wondering what he would make that night. He would pick up their son and quietly take him to the park. His son would often ask him why he looked so sad but Draco would never tell him.

Hope shattered

what was love anyway?

Draco had been home early he watched from the shadows as harry brought the stranger in. They where kissing and touching, laughing. Another lover that would dirty his bed sheets, pain. Draco listen to the sounds they made and slowly the ice within him cracked. He calmly gathered all of his things and his son's things. They had fallen in love when they where 19 . He had thought they where happy until the first time Harry cheated. He hated him, He loved Him.

Hate burns me from inside out

Putting to waste my soul

Draco knocked on the door wating for it to be answered. Severus opened the door surprised to see draco and his son carly. Severus noticed the look in Draco's eyes and quietly allowed them entry. Draco ignored harry's calls and letters. They where lies anyway he had already filed for divorce. "Pain I feel endless pain ."Draco stopped caring he only cared for his son.

You can't leave me

I wont allow you freedom

Harry watched draco from the street he would not allow him freedom. In his twisted mind draco was his always, always,always. No,no,no Draco you are mine , come back to me. Why did he say no, if he had only said yes. His body lies on the streets cold your were mine . Harry grins up to Snape who has a wand pointed at him "Mine first. Mine last,mine even in the grave."Harry felt no pain from the knife stabbed in his heart.

In life we where never one. In death we will never seperate

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