Chapter Seven
Blood on her Hands and Skirt
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"Banana"
"What?" Hermione asked in confusion. She looked up from her scribbled and scrapped parchment and grimaced.
"Please hand me a banana" Draco muttered still looking at his parchment.
"If you spoke in complete sentences more often, perhaps you would be easier to understand" Hermione muttered as she leant back and grabbed a banana out of the bowl on her office desk. She handed it to Draco who took it without even looking up.
He had a hand in his hair pulling his bangs back and was resting his elbow on his knee. His other knee had a piece of parchment on it, which he was tapping with a quill. Hermione could see the ink splatters on his paper. Draco looked positively aggravated.
"Who do you have?" Harry asked barging into Hermione's office. He looked peeved and harassed. The door slammed loudly into the wall behind it and Hermione jumped in her chair.
"If you weren't my friend I would have hexed your arse a kilometer away" Hermione said leaning back in her chair tiredly, trying to calm herself.
"Can I see?" Harry asked reaching for Hermione's list completely ignoring her previous words.
"Go ahead" she frowned.
Harry picked up her list and looked over it with disbelief on his face. "Why isn't Bianca on the list?" he asked incredulously.
"Why would she be?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"Hermione, she had just found out her fiancé had been cheating on her for months, you don't think she would be mad?" Harry said with a smirk finding pleasure in one-upping his friend.
"Then what am I Harry? Chopped liver?" Hermione asked. Harry knew she had a point there. "I found out the same things she did, so you might as well put me down on that list too" Hermione frowned.
"You have an alibi" Harry replied.
"Till one in the morning but what about after that? What then?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, do you want to get on the fucking list?" Harry asked in aggravation.
"I'm just trying to get you to think Harry. Did I go out and kill Ron? No. So why would she? I don't think Bianca had it in her to do something like that. Besides, I don't understand the point of this list, it's ridiculous. I told you what we should be doing" Hermione said in annoyance.
"Yes, but Kingsley wants non-deatheater suspects too" Harry said quietly continuing to look over the list. "George Weasley?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yeah, they had a few fights over the whole breaking up with me thing. And George has always been one of my avid supporters" Hermione explained.
"How does that get him on the suspect list?" Harry asked in confusion.
"I don't know, but after putting down all of Ronald's" Harry flinched at her use of his full name "teammates and Quidditch enemies, I ran out of people. Lets be honest Harry, nobody wanted to kill Ron. Nobody that wasn't a deatheater of course. And we got that damn note. So why are we even arguing this" Hermione groaned.
"The note is arbitrary" Harry said quietly.
"Harry, it said 'Beware Mudblood'" Hermione frowned.
"That's not what it said" Harry retorted with a smug expression.
"Close enough" Hermione said in frustration. Harry was getting on her nerves very quickly. He and Kingsley were really trying to hold her back from getting this case started. Refusing to let her start looking for deatheaters, and making her sit in her office and draw up pointless suspect lists.
"What does the note say?" Draco asked with a mouth full of banana. Hermione stood and walked over to her desk, she pulled open her drawer and handed Draco a small piece of parchment.
"Mudblood and Mudblood lover alike in order" Draco read out casually. "Sound like 'Beware Mudblood' to me, and then 'Beware Weasley Sr.'" Draco smiled wryly. He was funny.
He was not funny. Hermione snatched the note back. "Of course it's not Mr. Weasley, that wouldn't make sense. What would I have to do with Ron and Mr. Weasley, it clearly states after me it's Harry" Hermione said seriously. Five hours and twenty minutes wasted upon these damn lists. Ten times Kingsley sent them back saying the list was inadequate. Six times she and Draco had fought in the last five hours and twenty minutes. Three times she had begun to cry. Once Draco had apologized. Hermione was ready to blow.
"You know what Harry" Hermione said advancing on him, "If you and Kingsley are so fucking smart, why don't you two do this ridiculous list and I will actually do something significant!" she screeched cornering Harry back into her door.
"That's not our job" Harry said timidly.
"WELL THEN STOP TELLING ME HOW TO DO MINE AND LET ME DO IT!" Hermione screamed. Her voice echoed through the room and people outside in the reception area stopped to stare at her office.
Silence ensued; Harry opened his mouth looking about ready to protest. But he caught Malfoy's eye and watched him feverishly shake his head. He knew Malfoy was right; taking on Hermione now was a death wish. He opened the door behind his back and stepped out silently, Hermione's eyes never left him.
"Now, that's over, let's get started" Hermione said straightening her skirt and turning back to Draco. She grabbed her purse off her desk and her jacket off the hook on her door.
"Right you are Granger" Draco mumbled stuffing the last of the banana in his mouth and standing to follow her.
"Who do we have?" Draco asked rubbing the smear of ink on his nose only deeper into his skin. He placed aside another painstakingly investigated folder. He looked up to Hermione. She was sitting cross-legged across from him, her own folder before her. Her jacket covering the view to her knickers and a quill behind her ear.
"Crabbe, Jugson, and Travers" Hermione sighed.
"Seriously?" Draco asked looking up.
"Yeah, I saw the three escape with grave injuries, but we still have reason to believe they are still alive. They are wizards after all" she sighed leaning back against the wall of cabinets.
"What about those whose bodies were never found?" Draco asked quietly grabbing the folder on Crabbe.
Hermione's voice hitched…she wasn't so sure how to approach the question. "I don't know…do you reckon we should look into their files too?" she asked. Draco nodded silently. Hermione let her eyes drop to the floor, "But perhaps we should leave those as last resorts" she added. Draco nodded again and ran a hand through his hair. "You okay?" Hermione asked, "Is it too much for today?"
"No, I'm fine" he said evenly.
Hermione nodded and looked away from Draco, she felt like she was prying into his life. These were people that Draco had suffered his childhood for. People he now had to be reminded of. Hermione had been careful to place Lucius Malfoy's file in her pile so that he wouldn't have to read it again. It was enough to watch your father be blown to bits, but unnecessary to reiterate it.
"Well, I'm not fine" Hermione sighed "My back is killing me, and I have a migraine coming on. So I think we should drop the package on Kingsley's desk and call it a day. It's near five"
"You have somewhere to be?" Draco asked curiously.
"In bed" Hermione muttered "I'd like to go home, feed my cat and myself, and then sleep"
"Have you checked with Potter on that? He said your house wasn't safe enough for the time being" Draco reminded her as he cleaned up the papers. He placed them all into a large purple folder for Kingsley. He just didn't want to be alone tonight; he was tired of going home alone every night. As dismal as the situation was, he still sickeningly enjoyed Hermione's company. She was his friend.
"Yeah, I guess I'll have to stop by his office and see what the hell is going on. I mean, I still have to go home one way or another, my crap is all there" she said bitterly attempting to stand.
"You were a tad harsh on Potter today" Draco pointed out softly. He felt it needed to be said, but wanted to get away without a fight.
Hermione was standing in a second and suddenly she was towering over Draco menacingly. He was intimidated enough simply being in her presence, but he could see her fingers twitching for her wand. "He deserved it, I don't know what he and Kingsley are going on about, but I don't understand why they are making it so damn difficult to get this shit started. If you ask me, there is some conspiring going on that we are not aware about" Hermione said coolly as her fingers still trembled.
"Friends don't jinx friends" Draco reminded her quietly.
Hermione pursed her lips and stepped back. Draco stood in relief, getting on Hermione's wrong side was not a good end to his day. He picked up the folder and sighed, "Alright, let's go then"
She was trying, hell she was trying very hard at that too. But it felt like her whole life was still crashing around her. Why had nothing gone away, why had nothing healed itself? Why was Hermione still hurting every moment of the day? Her whole body still ached with unfathomable grief.
Coming to terms with his death was more difficult than expected. Granted it had been but two and a half days since…nonetheless nothing seemed to be looking up. Instead Hermione just found herself spiraling uncontrollably into some deep pit of hopelessness. She was so caught up in her own grief that it was difficult to even imagine how the Weasley's really felt. Hermione would have given anything to be holding on to Ginny at the moment. She wanted her best friend with her, but somehow she could not see Ginny ever talking to her again.
Hermione could barely recall the last time she, Ron, Ginny and Harry had been together. All together without tension or hate towards one another. But it came to her vaguely; it had been in their most turbulent time's right before the final battle. They had held to one another for dear life as Hermione had mumbled a silent prayer to some God or other for help. It was such a defining moment, the moment where Hermione realized these people were her life, her air, water and bread. She needed them to get through the day…after that moment things began to plunge…She wanted Harry's cheek on hers and Ron's arms around her waist. She wanted to be holding Ginny's hands. A sob escaped her lips.
Hermione stopped right in front out him and let out a strangled sob. Draco jumped in the air. She had shaken him to his bones. He reached out a hand to place on her shoulder, but she slumped onto the ground before he could. He could hear her attempt to clamp another sob with her fingers, but it was to no avail.
"Oh Hermione" he sighed kneeling down next to her. He would never admit that she was tiring, but she was. But he could understand. He knew the pain she was still processing, and Draco also knew that he would be one of the few to help her along.
God, what was wrong with her? Could she not get through the day without being a drama queen? She was pathetic, simply pathetic, a sniveling, stupid, foolish, girl. And yet the sobs kept coming, no matter how she tried to stop them. They rattled through her body, shaking her bones, and echoed against the metals walls of cabinets with the sense of loss.
Draco pushed the curtain of hair from her face and exhaled. Her fingers were trembling on her lips as she continued to weep. If only he knew what the hell was going through her mind. "Please don't cry" he pleaded with her.
Hermione's eyes rose to his, and she remembered that she was not alone. His grey eyes were crinkled with emotions, and Hermione could see the tears collecting at the ends. Was he crying for her, or because of her? Her voice had been lost, and now all she was left were with heaving breaths. "Come here" Draco whispered getting on his knees and opening his arms. Hermione fell into him gladly. "Tell me what caused these tears" he said stroking her hair.
"Ron is gone, and Harry and Ginny are gone too…do you know that I have not felt close to Harry in six years. In six years I have not been able to hug him and understand him. Everyday I see him and yet I feel like…it will never be what it once was. The war changed him, since then he has not been the boy I came to love, I lost Ginny so long ago too, when I left Ron…perhaps even before that. I feel like I'm losing the people who made me. I feel like years of my life are coming to mean nothing and are slowly being erased by the indifference of those whom I love" she wailed the last word loudly "it's like nothing ever happened. It's like I never knew Ron, like the three of us never went through anything together, like those years of building this love and trust never happened. I feel like I know Harry less than I know the weekly assistants. And he treats me that way" she paused for a moment. Draco watched the grief wash across her face "Harry treats me like he doesn't actually know me…he's been treating me that way for years. He never calls anymore, nor does Ginny, they never really talk to me…" she shook her head in disbelief. Hermione wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "I'm being erased by them…"
"Oh no Hermione" Draco said softly, he couldn't believe he was crying himself. He wiped his eyes hastily and took Hermione's face in his hands. "No Hermione, they can't erase you. They can't" he promised.
"You don't understand Draco; you can't possibly understand the things we lived through together. We were so close; we all could have been born of the same mother. To know the people you love, and to fully identify with and appreciate them is such a bond that is astonishing, but to then realize it's gone…it makes me feel like nothing was accomplished" she whispered.
"You'll be fine; you'll see that things will get better. I'll keep repeating it for you now because you can't see it, but you will eventually" Draco said squeezing her chin, "If the bond between you Potter and Weasley is so great…then you'll come back to each other. You will need each other. You and Potter lost a part of yourselves when Ron died, only you two can help one another heal. And I don't think Potter wants to lose you, I think he's scared to; so he's distancing himself from you. He's scared to see you might not exist" Draco said stroking her face.
Hermione nodded, "I really hope so" she said shakily.
Draco stood and pulled her up with him. "Wipe your face and straighten your cloths. We need to go hand this to Kingsley and then call it a night" Draco sighed. Hermione wiped her face with the back of her hand, she still looked utterly wretched. Her nose and eyes were red, it was too easy to tell she was crying, but Draco said nothing, instead he took her cool hand in his and led her out of the office.
They knocked on Kingsley's door, "Come in" he said tiredly.
Draco opened the door and steered Hermione in, he dropped the file on Kingsley's desk loudly. "Here is your pointless information, and here" Draco took another file out from his bag "Is what you should really be looking at" Draco said coldly.
His tone surprised Hermione; she could not believe he was so composed. To shut himself down so quickly, to go from a caring and warm friend to a professional in ten minutes was amazing. But there was still an edge in his tone that Hermione had never heard used against her. Not even back in school.
Hermione had cried thirty-four separate times since she had heard about Ron's death. Twenty of them had been in the presence of another, ten had been with Draco. Twenty-five of her cries had been of valid reason; the rest had been just like the last. Completely pointless. Fifteen times she had screamed another fourteen had been silent. Four times she had blubbered throughout. Once she had admitted her greatest fear.
"Thank you" Kingsley said just as coolly. His eyes refused to lift from his desk, it seemed he was attempting to ignore the both of them.
Draco looked to Hermione, but saw that her eyes were distant. She was preoccupied. "I was wondering if Hermione's home is safe, she'd like to spend the night there" Draco asked for her.
"No, she cannot go home under any circumstance, you'll just have to put up with her Malfoy" Kingsley sneered. Draco wanted to shove his wand down the Ministers throat and curse for the rude comment, but he thought better of it.
"I assure you she is not problem for me" he paused and then continued "Although I'm sure she would like to gather some of her own belongings"
"Perhaps" Kingsley said distractedly.
"Listen, I just want to go home, grab some shit, and if I have to live with Malfoy for the rest of my life, then so be it. But let me collect some of my things. I don't very well have to go alone" Hermione said tiredly.
"We'll discuss it" Kingsley said.
"Well let's" Hermione replied sitting down in a chair.
Kingsley stared at her in disbelief, "Why on earth can't I go home for half an hour with Auror protection?" Hermione asked crossing her arms.
Draco could feel the heat rising from the back of her neck. He sat down in the chair next to her silently.
Kingsley was gaping like a fish, "I told you your home is not safe" he said.
"How do you know?" Hermione asked.
"Well…if you are indeed a target-"
He was cut off by a livid Hermione, "How on earth can I be a target when I had to make up a stupid suspect list for you? DO YOU THINK GEORGE WEASLEY WOULD KILL ME?" she asked loudly, "Get your fucking stories straight. Are we looking for deatheaters, or will we just ignore all of the evidence and say it was arbitrary. Because from the work I've been forced to do, it doesn't seem like you give the deatheater story much credit. In that case I should be able to go home" Hermione finished.
Kingsley looked like he was struggling for words, "Listen Granger, you'll do what I tell you. You can't go home" he said.
"Are you withholding more information from me?" Hermione asked silently.
Kingsley did not respond.
"What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Leave now" Kingsley said loudly. Draco could sense the tension between the two.
"Oh, I plan to" Hermione said standing angrily. She whipped around and practically ran out of the office.
"Are you withholding information from us?" Draco asked with a sigh as he stood to follow Hermione.
"Listen, you keep her away from her house, you hear me?" Kingsley said in a threatening tone.
Draco scoffed loudly at him and walked out of the office. He shut the door behind him when Hermione sighed to his right. She was leaning on the wall by the door with an odd expression on her face. Draco frowned and exhaled loudly through his nose.
"We need to go to my house" she said obviously.
"I agree" Draco muttered. They began a silent trek to the apparition point in the lobby.
"Fucking hell" Draco yelped, "I almost splinched myself that time!"
"Why would anyone go so damn far to keep me out of my own house? Something happened and neither Kingsley nor Harry are telling me what. Guaranteed my house has been totally trashed or burned to the ground" Hermione supposed "Let's apparate to the street outside" she suggested.
"What about the muggles?" Draco asked unsurely, "I don't need to get in trouble for being seen".
"It's near six; I don't think anyone will be looking outside. All of my neighbors are eating dinner" Hermione said with a shrug.
"If you're wrong we'll have to confound your whole street" Draco reprimanded.
"Wouldn't be the first time" Hermione said with an attempted smile.
"Alright, you try" Draco said holding out his hand. He had no idea what she meant by it not being the first time. Hermione took his elbow tentatively and they disappeared from the ministry with a crack.
"It worked" Hermione said as they appeared before her townhouse. She looked down the street unsurely, not wanting to have been caught. But it seemed that they were indeed alone on the small suburban street, curtains were closed all about. "Come on" Hermione said as she pulled Draco towards the door. She pointed her wand at the lock but nothing happened. She tried again, still nothing.
"How are we going to get in now?" Draco groaned. He smacked his head with the palm of his hand. He was feeling a migraine coming on from today.
"Silly purebloods…" Hermione muttered as she searched her bag, "How about a key?" she asked "I'm sure no wizard would have thought of that"
Draco crossed his arms skeptically, if her home was so well guarded, then why the hell would they forget to change the lock? But he realized that even he hadn't considered using a key to get in. She was probably right. And she was, the door clicked open with the turn of the key and Hermione walked in.
"Oi" she whispered as they stepped into her living area. Draco was sure that her house was beautiful before, the deep floors and the thick tapestries…but now it all lay thrown about and smashed. They walked inside completely and shut the door. "Well this sucks" Hermione frowned.
"I don't get it" Draco muttered, "I still don't understand why they are trying to distract us from getting the case going. I mean, if this happened to your house…do they really think it would have been the people on the other measly list? Although a Quidditch team is probably capable of the mess, I can't see what the point would be" Draco mused.
"Distracting me…" Hermione muttered, "Distracting me from what?"
They continued about the house silently, Draco would pick things up and straighten others. It was hopeless though, nothing could help her home now. Finally when the first floor was scouted Hermione stopped at the stairs. "I guess we're going up" she said to Draco. He nodded.
She climbed the stairs slowly, feeling as though the house may not have been just empty yet.
Thirteen years since Harry, Ron and I met. Thirteen years since Draco Malfoy began teasing me, which is how many years I have defined myself as a book lover. Thirteen years to mark the trio's never-ending friendship, ha! The lucky number of years that have kept us as close as siblings and as distant as possible for the things we've faced. Thirteen.
Six years. Six entire years since I graduated from Hogwarts, it was my one and only real home. Six damn years since everything went normal; uneasily silent. Six whole years of waiting for something to implode…well it has.
It's been four years since I've been working at the Ministry. Two years of dull apprentice work, but two of gratifying Auror work. Four years of walking by him in the hall. That's how many years he bided silently, unable to approach me.
Three years Ron and I had been engaged. Two years of bliss and watching him play for the Cannons. Two years of having a stable relationship to fall back on. Two years of Harry and Ginny's soft and pleased looks, as though they had created the love themselves. Deux.
One year. It has been one year since Ron has been ignoring me. For a whole year he never came home. Always training or on some tournament. And when he did come home, he wouldn't stay long, he would not touch me. He was tired. He would not have me at all. For a whole year I slept alone in all ways. What a wasted year.
A single month since Ron and I finished. A month of tears and wondering what I had done wrong. A small month stretched to eternity to show me how undesirable I am. One month all too much for my taste, I don't do well with self-pity.
A week since Draco smiled at me. It was a real smile, and it was directed at me. But all it held was an empathy that I did not need. Nonetheless it was a smile. As miniscule and timid as it was, his lips stretched lightly and parted. It has been a week since he smiled at me.
Four days since Draco and I have become friends. He offered it to me, and I took it for fear of never again having such a kind offer.
Two days Ron has been dead. It seems fitting in a way. I died for him; it should only make sense that he die for me. Even in his death, he leaves me broken and hurt. He leaves for me only a lifetime of pain and suffering, he leaves me no chance of absolution.
An hour since I realized my greatest fear in life. To be completely unacknowledged and alone. I think I am. I think I have been erased, no matter what Draco says. I think Harry no longer remembers what we lived through together. I think I might be losing the memories too.
Not even a mere minute since I found the blood on my white carpet. The blood that was everywhere…whose blood?
Hermione recited this all under her breath while she tried to grasp what she was seeing. Blood, blood on her white walls, on her white carpet, on her white life; it stained her.
"Oh Jesus" Draco whispered rooted to his spot. What the hell had happened here?
Hermione walked slowly to her own room, the trail of blood seeming to look positively absurd in her white environment. Like a vision. She pushed her door open and frowned; it was the only expression she could make. Pools and pools of blood about her room. The smell was sickening, she could even taste the metal on her tongue, she could feel it burning her nostrils.
"Mudblood, you deserve more than you could ever know. Mudblood here's those who bore you to know. Here's the dead, those you love displayed to show" Hermione read silently. Her white walls were ruined. Funny how this was the only thought on her mind as she red the message in blood on her wall. Unoriginal, very…but the effect was quite enough.
The rage was slowly building in her. Like a kettle waiting patiently. She quipped her witty comments to herself as she waited. The burn started in her feet and slowly rose up into her chest, then to her eyes. And all she saw was red.
Hermione screamed. It was like nothing she had ever heard come from her lips. It was a terrifying animalist sound that did not feel like it came from her body. It must have come from someone else altogether.
Draco ran into the room and first saw Hermione who was standing in the middle of the room, rigid as possible, her fists clenched tightly, and screaming. Then his eyes traveled to the wall.
Hermione couldn't see, was it possible she had actually gone blind with rage? She ran to her desk, feeling the need to destroy. She pushed it over, it crashed to the floor. Ink splattered, papers flew. She opened her closet and tore out her clothing. Running to the wall madly she tried to rub the words away, but they remained. She cried out again and threw the cloths onto the ground desperately; she watched them soak up the blood on her carpet.
Draco watched frozen in his place. There was nothing he could do but watch whatever remained of her heart rip and tear in agony. There was nothing to do, but to watch Hermione crash and burn. Blaze in her tears, wearing her away…what an end. Draco let out a shaky breath.
Hermione gabbed the lamp from her beside table, which her mother had bought her…which her mother had given her for Christmas last. Where was her mother now? Not here for her. And she smashed it right in front of her. It amazingly broke right at her feet. Pieces of the glass flew up and hit her, they cut her. Hermione fell to the ground.
There's blood on her hands and her skirt. As she lies on the floor, weeping with her parents, scooping the blood into her hands desperately. But the sun doesn't hide; the wind doesn't stop blowing for her pain. No one stops breathing, not even for a moment. People continue to smile, to argue and cry, regardless of her pain.
Draco walked over to her and sat next to Hermione on the carpet, feeling the wetness soak into his clothing. Draco took her hands in his and held them tightly, feeling the slickness of her bloody fingers in his. He closed his eyes, maybe it isn't real.
Hermione followed him, she shut her own eyes. She doesn't want it to be real. It can't be real. Maybe she's dreaming, or perhaps…maybe she's in hell. But everything else in the world must be right. This can't be the end. No, it's not the end, but it is the bottom.
Draco pulled her to him and held her tightly. Silence, complete silence greeted him. The world knows no grief. The world doesn't care for grief. "Hermione…" he whispered tensely, but he didn't know what else to say. Words could do little now.
"This would be a good time to introduce to you the trainee for the case" Kingsley said in a strangled tone. He had received an alert, Granger was at her home. Things were going downhill quickly.
"Trainee?" Harry asked in surprise "I don't think it's the right case for a trainee" he said coolly. He was livid, with himself and Kingsley, for their complete stupidity of the situation. Hermione was at home.
"Not your decision" Kingsley muttered "It's mine"
"I can't be here right now; I need to go see Hermione…" Harry turned to leave Kingsley's office, "You know it wasn't right to withhold that information from her… you know it was wrong. I think she's hates me now" Harry whispered, he shut Kingsley's door behind him silently.
He had hurt Hermione…more than he knew. He had definitely lost her now. How on earth could he be forgiven for such a sin as this? Hermione had drifted from him too far, he missed her everyday. Even when he sat next to her at lunch. No, Harry needed to hold her in his arms. He needed her love and she needed his. He needed to understand her again.
He passed the blonde haired girl sitting outside of Kingsley's office silently. She had no idea what she was in for. And Harry didn't know what Kingsley as playing at. He was going to hurt a lot of people in the process…for his own gain. Harry turned around quickly, "You!" he said pointing at the girl. She looked awfully young to be in training. She jumped in her chair at being addressed so crudely. "You're up, and good luck" Harry said coolly. He watched her blink her green eyes twice before she hesitantly rose from her chair. She looked about ready to say something to him, but her voice didn't make it. She opened the door and slipped inside.
It was time to go pay a visit to Hermione and plead for forgiveness. Forgiveness Harry didn't really expect to receive. Hermione was kind, but he had betrayed her. Her best friend had betrayed her…and there were still more secrets to come undone.
A/N: This song inspired most of the chapter, so I thought I'd give it a bit of credit and stick it up. It's called "Best Not To Think About It" by Athlete. And...yeah, next chapter will be lots of fun, a brand new trainee to stir up some hell. Sorry for confusing everyone, but things will get clearer eventually, it is a mystery after all. I can't just spill all of the sectrets right away.
He sees the flames in her tears
Sketching on her skin and he knows
That it's come to an end
And it's no point pretending it's not
And it's a long way down, a long way down from here
And it's a long way down, a long way down from here
So she smashes the glass and there's blood on her hands and her skirt
There's the wind and a sun,a fresh air in her lungs once again and it's a long way down, a long way down from here
And it's a long way down, a long way down from here
So he closes his eyes and thinks 'maybe I'll be surprised if I do I just might fall into another realm
And make another home there with you'
And it's a long way down, a long way down from here and it's a long way down, a long way down from here
It's best not to think about it just put your arms around me
It's best not to think about it just put your arms around me
It's best not to think about it just put your arms around me, oh
