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"don't believe me when I tell you it's something unforgivable"
Taking Back Sunday ~ There's No "I" in Team
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"Stay," he whispers into the skin of your neck; the emphasis placed on the ''s'' brings the image of a snake to mind and you shiver. His hands grip your wrists, his nails digging small half-moon shapes into your flesh, his eyes desperately trying to make contact with your own, but you avoid them. "Please, Ter," he adds feebly, and you can't remember the last time you've heard something more desperate coming from someone usually so indifferent.
But you bite your lip and shake your head. It wasn't suppose to be like this; he wasn't suppose to turn into one of them. Theodore was nothing like his father when you first met that day that feels so distant now that you question if it even ever happened. You had found him in the small nook of the library in which you used to retreat and he had seemed just as surprised as you had to see someone other than himself present in such a hidden spot. You had stayed and talked, giving a chance to someone whom you usually would've overlooked because of the color of his tie, and, like that, the nook soon turned into a meeting place where hours were spent just talking, just being near him.
But it's all different now and you can almost feel it in his mere touch, taste it in his kiss as he presses his lips against yours, whispering, "Please, I need you."
You force yourself out of his grasp and force the words "but you promised" out of your mouth. A haze of all the other promises he's made passes through your mind and you question them all, you wonder if any of his words were ever true. You always had believed him to be too bright to be in Slytherin, but perhaps he's just too sly and you're just too naïve.
"I didn't have a choice - I swear I didn't."
You look at him this time and it's strange how he can seem the exact same, but be now a changed person, a Marked person. His brown eyes are clouded with what looks like pain and regret and you have to look away from them because it's all too much, this is all too much. "You always have a choice and you made yours."
He nods curtly in acknowledgment, knowing the truth in your statement. He steps toward you, kissing you with a sort of finality that shows that the miniscule amount of hope with which he arrived has vanished from him. His fingers brush against your cheek and it's hard for you to wrap your mind around the concept that those same fingers, so gentle and loving, could grip the wand that puts an end to someone's life.
Suddenly his lips are gone from yours, and when you open your eyes he is no longer before you. It's just you in that little corner of the library, just as it used to be. The loneliness is tangible, the quietness of the secluded place almost haunting without the sound of his whisper in your ear.
And you can't help but wonder that maybe you, like he, made the wrong choice.
For Lovisa's request in Drabble Tag in the M&MWP forum (prompt: stay).
Terry/Theo is a M&MWP so please give a mention if used.
Thanks, mew, for betaing.