A Short Farewell

I'm confused! All I can do is pace and pace and pace and my feet are hurting. Does this mean what I think it means? Has he ...
But why? This is Draco we're talking about. Draco Malfoy! Why would he ... it... he can't. ...

And now I'm crying. Fabulous. Just fabulous. God damn it, stop! STOP! Slytherins don't cry. You can't be seen.

 I was his friend. And he's ...

I was his friend, wasn't I? Was I really though? But aren't I just like the people - he called them monsters! - who he described in his ... note of ... farewell.
So he's gone.
No. He can't. He's done this for a joke. Someone has. Anyone. Harry, that wanker. He wouldn't do that. He's not like that. He's a Slytherin. A pure bred Slytherin. He could never kill himself over a few mudbloods.

I'm going to find him. I'm going to the hill. I'm going. I'm going.

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AN: Please bear in mind that I'm sticking to the original chapter layout. Ei. About 200 words a chapter. It's a style thing.