Author's Note: So this is a taste of a story that I'm considering. I've had some personal experience with exes that just don't seem to get what it's like to be dragged through the pain of the possibility of rekindling old feelings. I want to write about the torture… and the pleasure of finding out that it's really not the end of the world. Please review and let me know if I should push forward. I have some idearsssss

He'd loved him so long. So hard, it felt like. It was one of those loves that felt like it had no possible end. The only foreseeable future being that they would be together… forever; every single second of forever. His heart beat only for the other man and what a strong and confidant beat it was. It seemed as though life itself were merely a canvas for them to display the rich vibrancy that was their passion for one another. It was a love that could not be denied. Not by friend or foe. Too true to what was desired by the hearts of every soulful human being. The two shared a love that could only be envied.

At least that's what Draco had thought…. It was the only thing on his mind as he sat on the edge of his bed, alone. His eyes were swollen from crying; his stomach empty from lack of food. Yet he felt nothing. Too engaged was his mind in all of his own shortcomings as a lover… as the mate to his truest love's soul.

It had been over a year since the fateful day; when his world had tumbled down around him. And, though, one might say a year is a very long time to grieve. They would need to understand the tumultuousness of the situation; the tangles and knots and bitter enticements that lead to this very moment: where a hollow and broken boy, sat alone in his room, wishing for nothing more than the simple honesty and peace of death.

For, though their relationship had ended that day, more did ensue. A twisted and arduous year followed this termination of devotion. One where Draco was lead to believe, not only that he was still loved, but that his truest love would come back for him. Take him up in his arms and cry to have him back to finish their forever. But forever never came and Draco would find himself, on random nights, wallowing in the sweaty sheets of their lovemaking, wondering why his love would not hold him after. Why he was so eager to leave…. Why he would not say that he loved him back.

Draco was dying inside. For the feeling inside of him that twisted and clawed at his organs was wasting him away. Turning him into a hollow shell of what he once was. A simple sound or smell could send him into a fit of tears and every night was plagued with terrors of unforgotten moments.

Draco was in love with a man that was never again going to love him back and it seemed as though the feeling was never to go away.