Author's note: apparently i'm more depressed than i realized. this is what comes when you combine depression, exhaustion, and little brothers. call it therapy. have fun trying to decode my issues. i assure you, i have many to find.
Disclaimer: nope, still not JK Rowling. Sorry people.
--kyra
Void
"I love you. I promise."
The empty words hang in the air, their echo muted by the absolute stillness of the chamber. They mean nothing. Promises mean nothing. Pledges mean nothing. All that matters is the void. The void must be nurtured and kept alive. Promises must be ignored. They do not help the void.
"Listen to me. I won't leave you again."
More promises, these just as empty as the first. Can you not see that they mean nothing? No words can fill the void. No words can even begin to try. There is no hope.
"Are you paying attention?"
Of course not. Why listen to empty, meaningless words? Why waste time thinking about them and internalizing them when they could just as easily be ignored? You take a step closer. I step back, not letting you cross the gap between us. That too is a void. It must not be filled. Your presence cannot fill this void, just as your words cannot plug the one inside me.
"Why won't you talk to me?"
Because, you stupid shadow, it wouldn't do any good. Your promises are empty, as are your pleas. Your words might say one thing, but your actions tell another story. I saw you with her, saw your face before you knew I was there. You were enjoying yourself. Don't deny it. Don't lie to me on top of everything else.
"I'm sorry. You know I'm sorry."
Do I? No, I don't. The void shifts inside me, sensing something that might fill it and banishing it to the farthest reaches of my consciousness. I take strength from the void, from the utter lack of anything. I need that strength. Without it, I will crumble and fall into your arms, crying for you to take me. I cannot let that happen. I am the void. The void is me. The void does not cry. The void does not need your arms to hold it up. It does not need anything. It needs lack of anything.
"What can I do to make it up to you?"
Nothing. You can never make it up to me. There is nothing you could possibly do, nothing you could ever say that will erase the image of your face as you kissed her from my mind. You say you love me, yet your body tells you different. Listen to your body. It never lies. You still have a heart. Your soul is not the void. The void has not spread. That, at least, I will ensure. You will be protected from the void that engulfs me.
"Please. Say something. Anything."
There would be no point. The void has nothing to say. The void wants you gone, and so do I. I am the void. The void is me. Our desires are one. We are one. Nothing can take it from me. It is me. To take the void from me would be to kill me. You don't want that, do you?
"Please. Draco… please."
Your broken voice is almost enough to shatter the void. The void senses the danger and turns away. I turn with it. We are one. We do not need you. We do not need anything but each other. The void feeds on me, and I take strength from it. We are forever intertwined. The void walks away, and I walk away with it. Only as it reaches the door does it turn back, and I look at him. "No." Then we are gone, vanished from his life as though we were never there.