Drink


She knew he was drinking again. She didn't even have to glance into his study to know that. She knew he was drinking again because she herself was. And she couldn't help it. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't his either. No one could be blamed for what had happened, it was no one's fault. And as much as she'd like to blame someone, even herself, she knows she can't.

They'd been distant these last few years. They couldn't talk to each other anymore. Could barely even stand to look at one another.

In truth her heart ached because of it. Cried herself to sleep in the spare room most nights and on the nights she didn't it was only because she was too wound up with nervous energy to sleep. It was like there was a part of her missing that she didn't know how to get back.

She longed to touch him again, the soft skin smooth against her fingertips, white blond hair like silk against her cheek. She wanted to stare into those blue eyes for hours like she used to and smell the sweet natural scent of his skin. She just wanted to hold him in her arms, where he belongs.

But she can't. Because nothing would ever, could ever be the same again. She and Draco were like ghosts. Able to occupy the same space but unable to feel each other's presence.

They were right, those people who talked and whispered.

The worst thing any parent has to go through is the loss of a child.


Word count: 261

One of the first one's I wrote after getting the propt list. Not sure how well it works so I'd love to hear peoples thoughts.

Love Eva xxx