A/N: I want to thank EVERYONE who read my story and actually liked it lol.
Thank you all so much! It really means a lot to me. Wow. The last chapter.
Finally. I can't believe I actually finished writing this! Well, I've
decided that I am going to take a break from the Harry Potter fandom for a
while and focus on a different one, but I haven't quite decided which one
yet. Anycrap, I need to shut up! On with the story! Oh, you all should know
by now that I own absolutely nothing!!
Daddy Chapter Nineteen
The whole school attended Marcus' funeral, but very few cried. Oliver cried the hardest of all. No one understood the pain that he felt. No one ever could. After the funeral service was over, Oliver sat beside Marcus' grave for hours, thinking.
"Oliver?" a voice from behind Oliver called, startling the Gryffindor. "What are you still doing here?" they asked. It wasn't until they sat down beside Oliver, was he able to tell who it was.
"Hi Adrian." Oliver greeted the other boy in a faint whisper.
"Are. are you all right?" Adrian asked, his voice full of concern. Oliver sat there for a few moments gathering his thoughts before he answered.
"I. I can't believe that he's gone. I feel so empty inside. like, when Marcus died, part of me died too. A part of me that I can never get back. It's just. er. how are you? Any better than me?" Oliver asked.
"No, not really. Today, I woke up this morning, half expecting him to be there, and he wasn't. I don't know what I'm going to do now that he's gone. You know?" Adrian stopped, burying his face in his hands. Oliver put a hand on Adrian's shoulder as he fought back tears of his own.
*~*~*~*~*
There would be a memorial service for Marcus that night at dinner, but Oliver wouldn't go. He had already been through enough as it is. That night, Oliver laid in bed, wondering if things had turned out differently if he hadn't kissed Marcus in the hall that night. Oliver blamed himself. He knew that it was all his fault. He remembered Marcus' smile, the taste of his kiss, the way that he laughed. but it was all gone now. He had unintentionally destroyed the life of something beautiful. Oliver knew in his heart that he would never love anyone the way that he had loved Marcus.
Rolling over in bed, Oliver closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the only one that he had ever really loved.
my bones are tired, daddy.
* F I N *
A/N: That's it! That's all! And it only took me forever to finally update this chapter lol. I apologize! Even though I'm leaving the fandom for a while, I still plan on writing another story. I just don't know when. I'm still open to ideas and/or suggestions, so if there is anything specific that you would like to see in the next story, just let me know, and I will do my best to oblige. Again, thank you so much for reading! ^_^
-Meg
Daddy Chapter Nineteen
The whole school attended Marcus' funeral, but very few cried. Oliver cried the hardest of all. No one understood the pain that he felt. No one ever could. After the funeral service was over, Oliver sat beside Marcus' grave for hours, thinking.
"Oliver?" a voice from behind Oliver called, startling the Gryffindor. "What are you still doing here?" they asked. It wasn't until they sat down beside Oliver, was he able to tell who it was.
"Hi Adrian." Oliver greeted the other boy in a faint whisper.
"Are. are you all right?" Adrian asked, his voice full of concern. Oliver sat there for a few moments gathering his thoughts before he answered.
"I. I can't believe that he's gone. I feel so empty inside. like, when Marcus died, part of me died too. A part of me that I can never get back. It's just. er. how are you? Any better than me?" Oliver asked.
"No, not really. Today, I woke up this morning, half expecting him to be there, and he wasn't. I don't know what I'm going to do now that he's gone. You know?" Adrian stopped, burying his face in his hands. Oliver put a hand on Adrian's shoulder as he fought back tears of his own.
*~*~*~*~*
There would be a memorial service for Marcus that night at dinner, but Oliver wouldn't go. He had already been through enough as it is. That night, Oliver laid in bed, wondering if things had turned out differently if he hadn't kissed Marcus in the hall that night. Oliver blamed himself. He knew that it was all his fault. He remembered Marcus' smile, the taste of his kiss, the way that he laughed. but it was all gone now. He had unintentionally destroyed the life of something beautiful. Oliver knew in his heart that he would never love anyone the way that he had loved Marcus.
Rolling over in bed, Oliver closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the only one that he had ever really loved.
my bones are tired, daddy.
* F I N *
A/N: That's it! That's all! And it only took me forever to finally update this chapter lol. I apologize! Even though I'm leaving the fandom for a while, I still plan on writing another story. I just don't know when. I'm still open to ideas and/or suggestions, so if there is anything specific that you would like to see in the next story, just let me know, and I will do my best to oblige. Again, thank you so much for reading! ^_^
-Meg