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Star-Crossed Lovers
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*Draco*
A letter.
She sent me a letter, telling me goodbye. The
fact that she is gone has yet to sink in, but I
know what I must do. My father will burn the
dark mark into my arm in a day's time. He thinks
he has won, but he has only fallen under the
illusion of victiory.
Just as I fell under the illusion that I could
live without her.
I can't. She's everything. Her smile kept my blood
running, my heart beating. But she left me here,
alone and dead in my soul. She was my soul. Now
she is dead. Dead. So many are dead, but somehow
her death seems like the end.
I watch as the light gleams off the razor blade. A white
reflection of light shines from it onto the bathroon wall
and my own reflection stares at me from the mirror. Without
fear, I bring the shining blade to my left wrist and without
hesitation, I cut the pale flesh. Crimson blood seeps from
the thin line and drips into the sink. I wince against the pain
and repeat the slashing action to my right wrist.
Blood.
It flows from my body to the floor. I growl in pain,
but do not scream, or the will hear me and come. I
don't want to be saved only to be made a Death Eater.
I don't want be saved if she isn't here. My fist slams
into the mirror in my attempt to forget the pain and
sends a spiderweb of cracks through it's glass surface.
I slide to my knees and look up at the mirroras blood runs
through it's cracks and down the pristine walls of the bathroom.
I fall back, my head hitting the tile floor hard. But
I feel nothing. All I can rhink of is her. Making love
to her and touching her. I wanted her so badly, and I
was given the gift of her love. But my father ripped
it away. But he won't take this from me.
I will leave this world. And I will be with her. Blood
flows from my body like a crimson river, pooling on
the floor. Everything grows hazy nad the last thing that
passes through my mind is her face, a smile on her lips.
End.
Star-Crossed Lovers
~*~
*Draco*
A letter.
She sent me a letter, telling me goodbye. The
fact that she is gone has yet to sink in, but I
know what I must do. My father will burn the
dark mark into my arm in a day's time. He thinks
he has won, but he has only fallen under the
illusion of victiory.
Just as I fell under the illusion that I could
live without her.
I can't. She's everything. Her smile kept my blood
running, my heart beating. But she left me here,
alone and dead in my soul. She was my soul. Now
she is dead. Dead. So many are dead, but somehow
her death seems like the end.
I watch as the light gleams off the razor blade. A white
reflection of light shines from it onto the bathroon wall
and my own reflection stares at me from the mirror. Without
fear, I bring the shining blade to my left wrist and without
hesitation, I cut the pale flesh. Crimson blood seeps from
the thin line and drips into the sink. I wince against the pain
and repeat the slashing action to my right wrist.
Blood.
It flows from my body to the floor. I growl in pain,
but do not scream, or the will hear me and come. I
don't want to be saved only to be made a Death Eater.
I don't want be saved if she isn't here. My fist slams
into the mirror in my attempt to forget the pain and
sends a spiderweb of cracks through it's glass surface.
I slide to my knees and look up at the mirroras blood runs
through it's cracks and down the pristine walls of the bathroom.
I fall back, my head hitting the tile floor hard. But
I feel nothing. All I can rhink of is her. Making love
to her and touching her. I wanted her so badly, and I
was given the gift of her love. But my father ripped
it away. But he won't take this from me.
I will leave this world. And I will be with her. Blood
flows from my body like a crimson river, pooling on
the floor. Everything grows hazy nad the last thing that
passes through my mind is her face, a smile on her lips.
End.