He had been sitting by the stairs outside the school for nearly an hour
when he saw him walking. He held his face down, his blonde hair wet and
hanging down in his face. His green robes showed signs of dirt, like he had
been sitting on the ground.
He didn't move as Draco Malfoy came closer, and as he walked by he didn't say a word. Draco Malfoy only walked by, as if he hadn't even noticed he was there.
Watching the blonde boy enter the school he took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his wet hair. The rain ran down his forehead, past his scar and eyes, down to his chin, where it fell off in drops to the ground.
Slowly getting up he didn't move, only stared at the door where Draco Malfoy had entered not long ago.
Absently he felt at the sides of his robe, and through them he felt the book that was hidden in a small pocket he had sewn into them himself.
Feeling it was there he started to walk towards the door. He needed to be inside, away from the rain. He needed to be somewhere alone, where he could make another addition to his book.
More thoughts that were too dangerous for him to have in his head.
How can I look into your eyes and tell you the truth,
when I can't even admit it to myself.
How can I tell you how you make me feel,
when I spend all my time trying to forget.
How can I make you love me,
when I hate myself for loving you.
He didn't move as Draco Malfoy came closer, and as he walked by he didn't say a word. Draco Malfoy only walked by, as if he hadn't even noticed he was there.
Watching the blonde boy enter the school he took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his wet hair. The rain ran down his forehead, past his scar and eyes, down to his chin, where it fell off in drops to the ground.
Slowly getting up he didn't move, only stared at the door where Draco Malfoy had entered not long ago.
Absently he felt at the sides of his robe, and through them he felt the book that was hidden in a small pocket he had sewn into them himself.
Feeling it was there he started to walk towards the door. He needed to be inside, away from the rain. He needed to be somewhere alone, where he could make another addition to his book.
More thoughts that were too dangerous for him to have in his head.
How can I look into your eyes and tell you the truth,
when I can't even admit it to myself.
How can I tell you how you make me feel,
when I spend all my time trying to forget.
How can I make you love me,
when I hate myself for loving you.
