They didn't hurt at all, which surprised him. He traced his finger over the cuts, flinching not so much at the pain, but at the blood now staining his slender, once ivory fingers.
"He's dead! He's really dead! And he-your precious-that man is the reason he's dead! I told you it was no good; that he hadn't really changed! He wouldn't change for you! And now someone who really cared for you is dead!"
"What..? No…I don't believe you. I can't believe you! He wouldn't do something like that! It's not true! Tell me it's not true!"
The shards of glass lie a few feet away, the very shards that had tainted his perfect face, had pierced his chest.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this," he thought to himself, "not in a moment of angry emotion. Not this soon, not this way."
"You…! I had trusted you, taken your side, defended and believed in you even when everything and every one I knew warned against it. And what was this to you? All a game? Tell me, did you laugh as you watched him die? For I will laugh as I watch you die. As I kill you, you foul excuse for a human being. I take your life now, in exchange for every one you've hurt, all of my true friends who have suffered at your hand. I take your life now, in payment for his."
He breathed deeply and remained as he was, lying on the floor in his own blood. Then for the first time in his life, he let go and cried. No great sobs, just one lonely tear sliding down his cheek. Since he was small, he was taught tears were a sign of weakness, and that crying is shameful and something not to be done.
"You don't understand! It wasn't-"
"I understand well enough! You- you- vile creature, I hope I never have to lay eyes on you again! I hope your death is as pain-ridden as I am now. Now that I see who you really are, I think I really do hate you. Be gone."
"I feel…different," he thought to himself, "this part of me – the angry, fearful, proud and spiteful part of me- has washed away with my tears. I feel calm – much fuller, like a full human being. Who knew the fulfillment within tears?" he smiled bitterly.
"It's a pity," he thought to himself, "I took for granted that I was alive."
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fine
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A/N:I know the title has nothing to do with the story. But I had really no idea whatsoever for what the title should be. :/ And as with some of my other fics, there were no names used, so it really could be any two people, though here I guess I'm intending Malfoy (focus on him) and Harry. lol this entire fic was written around the last line.
References: "It's not true! Tell me it's not true!" Totally West Side Story (said by Maria after she finds out about (SPOILER) her brother's death)