Hello! This is a collection of angst drabbles my friend (linNAHnah - check her out!) and I are have a sort of "competition" with haha. Please review, I would really like to improve on my angst. Happy reading!
Title: A Bitter Goodbye
Ship: DM/HG
The pain etched on his face. The scars she left on his heart. His angry pleas and accusations. The fury raging in his eyes. It all couldn't compare to how much hurt she put him through. After he persisted, chased, months on end and she left him in the cold, with a disappointing, I'm sorry. It was pathetic. She, was pathetic. Hermione stared into the frozen lake, merely observing the snow tickling the hard exterior before landing. Under the hard exterior was a pool of murky waters, unknown and neglected. She realised how Draco must've felt.
He reminded her of the lake, a hard and cold exterior. Merely a mask to stop questions, but beyond his icy glares and infamous expression, was a vulnerable soul, troubled by his tumultuous past. His fear of abandonment. His fear of people knowing, discovering even, of everything. His habit of hiding, concealing, every inch that would deem him human or flawed, just so he could be the image of perfection, his deranged father had concocted. Hermione replayed the memory in her heard like a broken record, over and over.
"Why?" he simply asked.
"I...don't know. I just...couldn't," she replied lamely.
"How could you not know? It's been one year Hermione. One fricken year. And you're still with him," Draco seethed. "Am I not good enough for you? Is this why?"
She could feel his blood boiling, tempers rising and mask slipping. He revealed the real Draco behind closed doors, sensitive, caring in his own way and...human. Flawed.
"It's not that...it's just..." she bit her lip. What could she say? Was she confused? Did she want to repair something that was beyond destroyed? Why was she still with Ron?
"It's just what? Okay, how about I make this easy for you. What have I ever done to you, to have you like this?" he whispered, pain contorting his features.
"Nothing," she breathed. "But, I just need to think."
"How much more thinking do you need? You've had a year. Isn't that enough?"
"We have history, Draco..."
"So do we! I'll make this easy for you, me or him. Choose."
"I'm sorry Draco," she choked, tears brimming her eyes.
Without a word, he simply walked away, leaving her in the midst of a snow storm.
A/N: RxR please! Much appreciated. And suggestions for the next drabble?