Note: None...just move on to the story
DISCLAIMER: I only own Ely's character and the plot...everything else belongs to Mrs.
Rowlings...
* Thank you ALA SILENS for your review... I am wicked and you ain't seen nothing yet :P **
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Chapter 12: A prophecy
I've been locked up in my room for the past three days. Katarina tried to get me
out but I refused. I don't want to face the outside world. I want to be stuck in my sorrow. I
spent all three days in bed, half asleep half dead. Someone, perhaps aunt Louisa, keeps
talking plates of food to my room even if a barely touch it. They say there's good in
everything. In this case, the good point is that I must have lost weight. Perhaps I'm finally
at 119 pounds recommended by the damn doctors? I don't have enough courage to look at
myself in the mirror. I'm scared of what I might see.
Here I am again, lying in bed for the third day. I haven't showered, haven't
combed my hair and haven't even washed my teeth. Jester is sleeping next to me while
Salem is still in his basket by the bed. Jester's warmth comforts me. I got up last night and
found a bottle of Firewisky. I took it and now, for result, I'm dirty, tired and half drunk.
I'm about to fall asleep again when I hear the front door open and close. I can
hear footsteps climbing up the stairs to my room. I don't even dare to think it may be Draco.
Draco. My Draco. Where is he? Is he thinking of me? Does he miss me? Deep down, I
know the answers. He is at his place, with that bitch. She probably brainwashed him so
much that he doesn't even remember who I am. No, he's not thinking of me. No, he doesn't
miss me. On the other hand, he said he needed time to think. He said he would call me
when his mind would be made up. Perhaps he still needs more time to think? Maybe it was
him, at the door, saying he wanted me back. No. He would've entered the room by now.
I did a good thing by not getting my hopes too high. I can hear through the door.
It's Maria and Isobel, whispering with Katarina. " So, did you see him?" she asks them.
" Yes, we did. It didn't go that well", Isobel answers. " He says that he loves her more than
anything on this planet but he can't afford letting her destroy his family. We argued with him
and he ended up saying she would be better back in Montreal. He said she should better
go back home and forget about him. He's pretty sure they can't get back together, ยป adds
Maria. "Are you sure it was sincere?"
- I don't know. He sure cried when he said so. Then, when we got out of the living room, we
met his mother waiting in the doorway. We didn't see her before because we had our back
to the door. He was facing the door so maybe he said so because he saw his mother there
and he got scared. In any way, he's not ready to face his mother or Ely. Maybe she really
should go back to Montreal?" Isobel says in a little voice.
I bite my pillow to avoid them hearing me cry. How can he reject me like that?
He swore he would give the world to me. He offered me love, a new life and now he takes it
all away. He has no right of doing so. Who cares about this fucking prophecy? If I could
just find a way of letting him know that I don't want to destroy him? I don't want to have my
life settled for me by a piece of parchment written fifty years ago. I hear three sets of
footsteps going downstairs while, in my head, I try to compose a letter to Draco.
***
On the fourth morning, I get up. I take a long hot shower, comb my hair and
brush my teeth. I've made up my mind, I will write a letter to Draco. He needs to know how
I feel about him, his family, his money, the prophecy and his fucking mother. I go downstairs to have four pair of eyes looking at me astonished. "What? I was not dead but
I'll soon be if I don't eat something soon!" Aunt Louisa looks at me with a wide smile,
beaming to see I came back to like. Just like the Christ, I resurrected after three days! Right after breakfast, I say I need some paper and ink. They bring it to me and they leave me alone to write my letter.
"Dear Draco,
I don't know what happened to you, to me, to us. I don't understand. I need to
talk to you, alone. We need to get this situation straight. I can't live without you and I hope
you feel the same. I don't care about that prophecy; I don't believe it's true. How can I
destroy the man I love so much? How could I do anything to hurt him or his family? Of
course, your mother and I don't get along very well. That doesn't mean I want to break her.
Don't worry; I won't try again to talk to her. If she doesn't like me, which seems to be the case, I won't try to argue or make her change her mind. I don't care what she thinks. I just want her to accept that I'm neither evil nor dangerous. Most of all, I want to know that you still love me and that you still want me. If you don't, I want to hear it from your mouth. I want you to tell me, looking me straight in the eyes, "Ely, I don't love you anymore. Just go back home and forget me." If you do so, I'll leave you alone and never bother you again. I will stay here until I get to see you and talk to you.
I love you Draco, and I always will,
Ely xxxx"
I tie the letter to Swany, my little reddish owl, while asking him to take it to Draco and no one
else. I went back into my room and waited for an answer.
***
I didn't have to wait for long. The day after, Swany comes back with an answer from Draco.
" Ely,
I don't know why you just won't let go. Didn't you understand that our story's over? I
don't know why you want to be hurt that much. I don't want to talk to you face to face. I CAN'T talk to you face to face, I don't want to see you cry. When we last spoke, I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to hear from you again. Perhaps I wasn't clear enough so here I go again: I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. GO BACK HOME AND LEAVE ME ALONE. Is it better this way? I'm really sorry. I don't want to be mean to you and I don't want to make it harder that it already is. I really thought you and I were meant to be but I was wrong. It was fun the time it lasted. I don't want to see you again because I want to you to remember me when I loved you. I don't want you to see me with something else in my eyes. Trust me, it's much better this way, for both of us.
Good luck
Draco
P.S. yrros, i llits evol uoy tub i tnac.... Evigrof em..."
DISCLAIMER: I only own Ely's character and the plot...everything else belongs to Mrs.
Rowlings...
* Thank you ALA SILENS for your review... I am wicked and you ain't seen nothing yet :P **
____________________________________________________________________
Chapter 12: A prophecy
I've been locked up in my room for the past three days. Katarina tried to get me
out but I refused. I don't want to face the outside world. I want to be stuck in my sorrow. I
spent all three days in bed, half asleep half dead. Someone, perhaps aunt Louisa, keeps
talking plates of food to my room even if a barely touch it. They say there's good in
everything. In this case, the good point is that I must have lost weight. Perhaps I'm finally
at 119 pounds recommended by the damn doctors? I don't have enough courage to look at
myself in the mirror. I'm scared of what I might see.
Here I am again, lying in bed for the third day. I haven't showered, haven't
combed my hair and haven't even washed my teeth. Jester is sleeping next to me while
Salem is still in his basket by the bed. Jester's warmth comforts me. I got up last night and
found a bottle of Firewisky. I took it and now, for result, I'm dirty, tired and half drunk.
I'm about to fall asleep again when I hear the front door open and close. I can
hear footsteps climbing up the stairs to my room. I don't even dare to think it may be Draco.
Draco. My Draco. Where is he? Is he thinking of me? Does he miss me? Deep down, I
know the answers. He is at his place, with that bitch. She probably brainwashed him so
much that he doesn't even remember who I am. No, he's not thinking of me. No, he doesn't
miss me. On the other hand, he said he needed time to think. He said he would call me
when his mind would be made up. Perhaps he still needs more time to think? Maybe it was
him, at the door, saying he wanted me back. No. He would've entered the room by now.
I did a good thing by not getting my hopes too high. I can hear through the door.
It's Maria and Isobel, whispering with Katarina. " So, did you see him?" she asks them.
" Yes, we did. It didn't go that well", Isobel answers. " He says that he loves her more than
anything on this planet but he can't afford letting her destroy his family. We argued with him
and he ended up saying she would be better back in Montreal. He said she should better
go back home and forget about him. He's pretty sure they can't get back together, ยป adds
Maria. "Are you sure it was sincere?"
- I don't know. He sure cried when he said so. Then, when we got out of the living room, we
met his mother waiting in the doorway. We didn't see her before because we had our back
to the door. He was facing the door so maybe he said so because he saw his mother there
and he got scared. In any way, he's not ready to face his mother or Ely. Maybe she really
should go back to Montreal?" Isobel says in a little voice.
I bite my pillow to avoid them hearing me cry. How can he reject me like that?
He swore he would give the world to me. He offered me love, a new life and now he takes it
all away. He has no right of doing so. Who cares about this fucking prophecy? If I could
just find a way of letting him know that I don't want to destroy him? I don't want to have my
life settled for me by a piece of parchment written fifty years ago. I hear three sets of
footsteps going downstairs while, in my head, I try to compose a letter to Draco.
***
On the fourth morning, I get up. I take a long hot shower, comb my hair and
brush my teeth. I've made up my mind, I will write a letter to Draco. He needs to know how
I feel about him, his family, his money, the prophecy and his fucking mother. I go downstairs to have four pair of eyes looking at me astonished. "What? I was not dead but
I'll soon be if I don't eat something soon!" Aunt Louisa looks at me with a wide smile,
beaming to see I came back to like. Just like the Christ, I resurrected after three days! Right after breakfast, I say I need some paper and ink. They bring it to me and they leave me alone to write my letter.
"Dear Draco,
I don't know what happened to you, to me, to us. I don't understand. I need to
talk to you, alone. We need to get this situation straight. I can't live without you and I hope
you feel the same. I don't care about that prophecy; I don't believe it's true. How can I
destroy the man I love so much? How could I do anything to hurt him or his family? Of
course, your mother and I don't get along very well. That doesn't mean I want to break her.
Don't worry; I won't try again to talk to her. If she doesn't like me, which seems to be the case, I won't try to argue or make her change her mind. I don't care what she thinks. I just want her to accept that I'm neither evil nor dangerous. Most of all, I want to know that you still love me and that you still want me. If you don't, I want to hear it from your mouth. I want you to tell me, looking me straight in the eyes, "Ely, I don't love you anymore. Just go back home and forget me." If you do so, I'll leave you alone and never bother you again. I will stay here until I get to see you and talk to you.
I love you Draco, and I always will,
Ely xxxx"
I tie the letter to Swany, my little reddish owl, while asking him to take it to Draco and no one
else. I went back into my room and waited for an answer.
***
I didn't have to wait for long. The day after, Swany comes back with an answer from Draco.
" Ely,
I don't know why you just won't let go. Didn't you understand that our story's over? I
don't know why you want to be hurt that much. I don't want to talk to you face to face. I CAN'T talk to you face to face, I don't want to see you cry. When we last spoke, I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to hear from you again. Perhaps I wasn't clear enough so here I go again: I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. GO BACK HOME AND LEAVE ME ALONE. Is it better this way? I'm really sorry. I don't want to be mean to you and I don't want to make it harder that it already is. I really thought you and I were meant to be but I was wrong. It was fun the time it lasted. I don't want to see you again because I want to you to remember me when I loved you. I don't want you to see me with something else in my eyes. Trust me, it's much better this way, for both of us.
Good luck
Draco
P.S. yrros, i llits evol uoy tub i tnac.... Evigrof em..."
