Pairing: Draco/Harry.
Dying
I cling to you, shaken by nightmares yet again. Death; dying; nothingness without succour or end. What comes afterwards? What is there, after life is over and gone, when consciousness gutters out like a candle in a gust of wind? I wish I believed in something that explained it all, an idea of some idyllic afterlife, something to look forward to, for when I die. Because die I shall. Logic and experience dictate it. I am allied with the side of darkness, the side of evil. Good always wins, and there is no chance of redemption for the evil, whatever anyone might tell you. So evil I am, and I shall die. Sometimes it's all I can think about; the end is all I can see. And it scares the hell out of me, it really does. There isn't enough time; I've so much left to do. So much of you left to explore, so many emotions yet to be dragged into the light and named, whether they will or no. I only hope I can fit it all in before fate catches up with me. Which it will, there's no doubt about that. That's always how the story goes.