Don't Know Why – Draco
He sat there, reading the letter for the hundredth time. She still cared. She loved him. She wanted to go away with him, to start over, to start free. He read the letter again.
He had gotten it the same day she had sent it. He had read it immediately. He had read a thousand times a day, or at least that's what it felt like. He sat there now, reading it as the sun rose over the horizon. He might still have time to catch her. He doubted it. She had always been an early riser and he would have bet anything that today would only see her wake earlier than ever. He hadn't gone.
Why hadn't he gone? He had been awake all night thinking about going. Why hadn't he? Why was he still sitting here?
Another hour passed, then another. She was definitely gone by now. He had let her go without him. He would never see her again. She was gone.
He wondered if she slept at all. He wondered if she sat up all night looking for him. He hoped not. He hoped she had slept. He still didn't know why he hadn't gone. He got up and went inside. He found a house elf and requested a bottle of wine in his room.
He stared up at the moon, an empty bottle of wine on the floor beside him. He felt so empty.
He didn't sleep that night either. He called for another bottle of wine. He didn't know why hadn't gone, but he did know why tears were falling from his eyes. He would never be able to forget her. She would be on his mind forever.
"Don't look at me like that!" he shouted at the rising sun. "I don't know why I didn't come!" He disapparated.
He couldn't go away with her, he had blown that, but he could still go away.