A/N: this was originally a story about to band members but I changed it to Draco and Harry so I could add it to this site.

I never thought anything could hurt this much. Ever since that day, 3 weeks ago, everything is dark and nothing matters anymore. He was my love, my life, my sole reason to live.

Seeing him with someone else, seeing him happy with someone else hurts the most. I can't stand it. I still love him so much, but he doesn't love me anymore.

"Hey are you okay?" asked Ron from beside me.

"Yeah…just tired…I think I'll go home and get some sleep." I said before leaving. He gave me a look but I don't need his pity. It only took five minutes to drive home. I must have sat on my bed for ten minutes before ge3tting up.

I think someone is pounding on the door but I can't focus. I went over to the night table and gout out my razor. I took a deep breath; I couldn't take it anymore, this pain.

I pulled the razor from wrists to elbow. The blood rushed out. I stared at the blood pouring out before becoming faint. That's when he ran in, Draco.

"Oh Harry, why?"

"I couldn't stand it anymore. The pain of not having you."

"Harry… I'm sorry. i..i was…scared. I didn't want to get hurt."

I was silent for a moment.

"So you still love me?"

"Yes!" We both looked at the growing puddle of my blood. Draco whipped out his cell. I feel to the floor. The loss of blood was getting to me and I barely noticed Draco calling St. Mungos.

"Draco, I'm not going to make it."

Draco dropped to his knees beside me.

"Don't say that! I won't let you die Harry. I love you and I won't let you die!"

"I love you too Draco."

Draco leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled at Draco when he pulled away. My eyes fluttered closed and everything went black.