AN: A songfic inspired by a song from one of the greatest bands ever; Evanescence – My Heart is Broken. Reviews would be really lovely – they're the only way I can improve!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognise; Evanescence, Amy Lee, J.K. Rowling etc have all the rights.
'I will wander till the end of time torn away from you.'
Narcissa Malfoy's delicate hand moved across the parchment with peacock quill that traced midnight blue ink in neat swirls to form the words of the letter. The letter, she knew, nobody would ever receive, for it was addressed to Bellatrix. Or more accurately 'My Bella'. Narcissa did understand that the temptation of what the letter contained would be too much for Lucius in due time and that eventually it would be he who read it. She knew it but she did not like it. It was for Bella and only for Bella. But Bella would never read it. She was gone. Gone forever.
'I pulled away to face the pain. I close my eyes and drift away over the fear that I will never find a way to heal my soul. And I will wander till the end of time, half alive without you.'
Narcissa's hand began to shake as she started to lost her composure. It was not how she was taught to act. A pureblood lady should never break down and yet here she was; about to do exactly that all because of her sister; her sister who had been wrenched from her. She took in sharp, needy breaths as her eyes moistened and tears formed in front of the icy blue shards of colour that they contained.
'My heart is broken. Sweet sleep, my dark angel. Deliver us from sorrow's hold. Over my heart.'
The first of her tears drip, drip, dripped and splattered decoratively over the sapphire ink.
'I can't go on living this way but I can't go back the way I came. Chained to the fear that I will never find a way to heal my soul and I will wander till the end of time, half alive without you.'
Narcissa stopped so to dab her eyes with the carefully embroidered hankercheif that sat tidily on the mahogany desk, waiting to quench her sorrows. She discarded the cloth and her cold, wet eyes met the small vial of liquid containing her escape. So simple… So convenient…
'Change – open your eyes to the light I denied it all so long. Oh, so long. Say goodbye, goodbye…'
Barely able to think about what she was doing, her mind foggy and clouded as her left hand reached for the vial, she shakily continued to write.
'My heart is broken. Release me, I can't hold on. Deliver us…'
Her pink lips pressed to the rim…
'My heart is broken. Sweet sleep, my dark angel. Deliver us…'
Her quaking hand tipped back the glass container without second thought and the foul tasting poison licked its way down her welcoming throat…
'My heart is broken. Sweet sleep my dark angel. Deliver us from sorrow's hold.'