Well, hello there reader.
I am glad you are taking the time to read this.
It is a slightly dark oneshot that I am writing in my free time.
Out of boredom of course.
If you want me to write more of this genre, let me know.
No, this is definitely a oneshot, but I can write more of this type of story if you want. Like a real story.
For now, enjoy.
Lyrics are from Hawthorne Heights, Ohio is for Lovers.
The blood ran in smooth lines. Down his wrist, down his delicate arm, his pale skin stained with blood. Cuts of all sorts were on the inside of his arm. The old cuts just fairly fading in his skin, the new cuts seeping with blood. The boldest cut on his arm read, "Harry, I loved you," bright blood escaping the wound.
And I can't make it on my own.
Because my heart is in Ohio.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
So I can fall asleep tonight
or die.
He found him there. Lying against his bed. Still breathing. Quickly his wounds ceased bleeding. Harry crawled towards the limp figure and kissed him gently. The love of his life was heartbroken. Because of him. "Please wake up," he pleaded silently, tears streaming down his face. He could not take him to the Headmistress, nor could he show him to any one he could mistrust, which was everyone.
Because
you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it
too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.
Draco felt a tug on his heart, and suddenly everything came back in an painfully fast memory. He looked around, finding Harry, dead in his arms, giving his life up for Draco.
Spare
me just three last words.
"I love you" is all she
heard.
I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.
Ok, so I do not pretend to understand what this story means.
If you don't get it, don't ask me what it means because I have no clue.
But I really like how it turned out.
Well, it would be nice if you could Review.
