Coffee
I walk to his room each morning, carrying coffee on a silver platter, for that is the only way he will drink it. I find him sitting on the window sill, looking out on the world that he has shut himself out on. I set the silver platter down on his bedside table and quietly walk over to him. I look out the window and notice that the sky is a strange shade of blue- purple, with little pink-red splotches invading it. I can understand why he would want to look at it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I ask, still gazing out the window. He slowly turns his head to look at me, but he says nothing. I know he agrees with me; his face is so readable these days. His eyes are like tunnels, constantly searching for the way out. I cannot help but pity him- he seems so lost. He studies my face and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
"Coffee?" he whispers, barely audible. I nod slightly and retrieve the porcelain cup from the tarnished platter. I secure the cup in both of his hands and he takes a sip. He placed his gaze back outside the open window. I watch him intently as he stares, now and then seeing him drink more of his beloved coffee. My eyes fill with tears, but I do not try to blink them away. He has suffered so much, been through so much pain, and I know that there is no way of going back. The hot tears run down my pale cheeks and a soft sob escapes. He quickly turns to look at me, eyes wide. He doesn't like to see my tears, for he has shed so many of his own. He lets go of the coffee cup and it smashes on the off-white tiled floor. He continues to look at me, immense dismay written on his face. I close my eyes and all is still for a few awkward moments. My eyes fly open as I feel his arms around me. I wrap mine around him also, bringing his fragile form close to me. I bury my face into his shoulder-length hair and he rests his chin on my shoulder.
In that moment, everything is perfect. Time stands still as we hold each other, the world freezing as it is. The brown liquid from the cup stops tarnishing the tile, the constant footsteps outside his room cease, the wind doesn't rustle the leaves on the oak tree planted outside.
"I love you, Draco," I whisper in his ear and gently kiss his temple. I release my arms and stand up. On my way out, I grab the silver platter, ignoring the shattered remains of the porcelain coffee cup.
I walk to his room each morning, carrying coffee on a silver platter, for that is the only way he will drink it. I find him sitting on the window sill, looking out on the world that he has shut himself out on. I set the silver platter down on his bedside table and quietly walk over to him. I look out the window and notice that the sky is a strange shade of blue- purple, with little pink-red splotches invading it. I can understand why he would want to look at it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I ask, still gazing out the window. He slowly turns his head to look at me, but he says nothing. I know he agrees with me; his face is so readable these days. His eyes are like tunnels, constantly searching for the way out. I cannot help but pity him- he seems so lost. He studies my face and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
"Coffee?" he whispers, barely audible. I nod slightly and retrieve the porcelain cup from the tarnished platter. I secure the cup in both of his hands and he takes a sip. He placed his gaze back outside the open window. I watch him intently as he stares, now and then seeing him drink more of his beloved coffee. My eyes fill with tears, but I do not try to blink them away. He has suffered so much, been through so much pain, and I know that there is no way of going back. The hot tears run down my pale cheeks and a soft sob escapes. He quickly turns to look at me, eyes wide. He doesn't like to see my tears, for he has shed so many of his own. He lets go of the coffee cup and it smashes on the off-white tiled floor. He continues to look at me, immense dismay written on his face. I close my eyes and all is still for a few awkward moments. My eyes fly open as I feel his arms around me. I wrap mine around him also, bringing his fragile form close to me. I bury my face into his shoulder-length hair and he rests his chin on my shoulder.
In that moment, everything is perfect. Time stands still as we hold each other, the world freezing as it is. The brown liquid from the cup stops tarnishing the tile, the constant footsteps outside his room cease, the wind doesn't rustle the leaves on the oak tree planted outside.
"I love you, Draco," I whisper in his ear and gently kiss his temple. I release my arms and stand up. On my way out, I grab the silver platter, ignoring the shattered remains of the porcelain coffee cup.