A/N: hi! I was reading the fanfic "Holding on" by ... um.. I forgot. Anyway, It is a hp/dm and it's really good. I had just finished chapter twelve and I had a sudden inspiration for the next song to write to. It's called "Burning Bridges" and it's by Garth Brooks on his CD "Ropin' the Wind". Once again, Harry's the girl, Draco's the boy (that's the parts they play in the song).
Here we go.
He sat up, looked around, and collapsed again.
He had just remembered why it was that the bed was so cold.
No one was there to share it.
He curled up and rocked back and forth.
It hurt.
The memories came then, like they did every morning.
All the time spent in bliss.
Just the two of them.
To hell with the rest of the world.
That was the longest time he ever spent in one place.
Five years with one person.
Five long, happy years.
And he couldn't even explain why he left.
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Yesterday she thanked me
For oilin' that front door
This morning when she wakes
She won't be thankful anymore
She'll never know how much I cared
Just that I couldn't stay
And I'll never know the reason
Why I always run away
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It had happened like this, many times before.
He would find himself falling into a pattern and he'd run.
Before this, his longest stay was almost a year.
Well, all right, eight months.
He had hoped that this would be the one.
His place.
But it was to dangerous.
He was in too deep.
Looking sadly out the window, he gathered his things.
He wanted to see how far he could get by nightfall.
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Burning bridges one by one
What I'm doin' can't be undone
And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down
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He was startled awake by the screeching of brakes as the muggle bus pulled into his stop.
Night again.
He needed a room.
The memories were back.
That night was beautiful at first.
The candle light.
Violin music playing in the background.
Chilled champagne.
Beautiful glasses.
Harry was stunning.
Draco didn't understand.
Maybe it was commitment he was afraid of.
Maybe that was it.
All he knew for sure, was that he had to get away.
The other would get on with his life.
Find someone more worthy.
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Last night we talked of old times
Families and home towns
We wondered if we'd both agree
On where we'd settle down
And I told her that we'd cross that bridge
Whenever it arrived
Now through the flames I see her
Standin' on the other side
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He pays at the front desk.
Cheap hotel.
Single bed.
Busted T.V.
Mildew in the bathroom.
He deserved it.
What they had couldn't be repaired.
He had tried before, with others, but the bridges of understanding that had been there were gone.
Burnt to the ground.
Maybe he could at least punish himself.
He might feel a little better.
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Burning bridges one by one
What I'm doin' can't be undone
And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down
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One day he'd have to stop, this was no way to live.
He drifted into fitful dreams of curses, shattered glasses, notes and pain.
The next morning he was on the road again.
Where was he going?
Far away, but where exactly?
Ireland maybe?
Too close.
France then.
Still too close.
Germany?
No.
He needed to go the other direction.
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Like ashes on the water
I drift away in sorrow
Knowing that the day
My lesson's finally learned
I'll be standing at a river
Staring out across tomorrow
And the bridge I need to get there
Will be a bridge that I have burned
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It was settled then.
A plane ticket.
Hawaii should be far enough.
Australia had potential though, too.
Maybe Antarctica.
As far away as possible.
He couldn't face him.
Never again.
Never.
He went down stairs.
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Burning bridges one by one
What I'm doin' can't be undone
And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down
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How long since his last proper meal?
A day at least.
Surely twenty minutes in a café wouldn't hurt.
Coffee and a muffin.
Morning paper.
Even in the Wales Wizarding Times, he read about his homeland.
And his old boyfriend...
Wait.
It couldn't....
That never happened before.
No.
The paper was lying.
Harry...
No.
No!
Nonononononononononononononononono!
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Another bridge goes down
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A/N: I feel like finishing this story. Expect the next chapter soon. Guess what was in the paper?