Sink That Ship: Round 3 - Dramione ~ drifting
Word count: 185
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Drifting
Waves crash against the cliffs—the thundering noise shakes his bones—and the wind howls in vengeance—its cry sounding suspiciously like 'now, now, now'. He stands at the foot of the cliff, robes billowing out behind him and body swaying ever so slightly.
The treacherous, murky water beneath calls and invites him. It seems so accepting; much more accepting than everybody else he knows. It's like his sins will be appeased if he lets himself fall. The water will wash them away; he'll be washed away, too.
It'd only be so easy to fall. It'd only be so easy to let the waters engulf his entire being. He's had this dream various times before. Every single time, without fail, he falls.
But then there is a steady voice behind behind him, pulling him back from the edge of the cliff. He turns, eyes dazed and glossed over. Hermione stands there, expression determined and ready.
To him, she is a life boat stopping him from drifting too far.
She smiles, eyes crinkling and fond. She takes his hand and together they walk back to safety.