An Empty Heart
Prologue
My mother was found in her room, hanging with a rope tied around her neck. She commit suicide. When I open the door to her room, I saw her swaying slowly from left to right. Repeatedly. I just stood at the door looking at the surreal room in front of me. I noticed my mother was wearing her best and favorite dress that my father bought for. She told me it was a present for their tenth anniversary. It was red, dark red to be precise. My mother use to tell me how lovely the dress was, how exquisite the fabric was, and how brilliant her husband was. That was the time when everything was brilliant. When there was no Dark Lord running about killing and torturing innocents. Time where my mother would wear such dress for a happy event, not for her suicide.
When I managed to get myself together, I saw a letter unopened on her bed. Other than that the room was immaculate as ever. I levitated my mother and cut of the rope. I put her body on the the bed. As I look at her face there was no sign of pain and her eyes were closed. There were no contortion of pain, her hair were done like she always did. I opened the noose and the only sign of suicide were the rope burns around her neck.
I wanted cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted throw myself out of the window. But my eyes were dry. My throat was constricted. My feet were numb. I could only stare at her. The letter was next to her. I ripped open the envelope to find a sheet of paper, with her elegant script adorning it. It was brief. It was short.
It started with, "Draco my son, I am very sorry that I have to leave you like this. I love you, I truly do. But I can't go on anymore. Not like this. I thought I was strong Draco but I'm not. Good bye Draco and please forgive your mother for her weakness." My soul were left barren by the end of the letter. I felt empty at that moment. When it hit me, when I realized that the she isn't going to wake up anymore I felt my chest constricted with pain. I felt the wall around me started to crumble, collapsing on me. The whole world I felt was crumbling on me. Like a broken dam my tears started to fall. I cried in to my mother bed sheet. I cried wishing that I had the courage to end my on life as well.
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