Alright, so I'm trying something new here, this epilogue is very very angsty,for like self harm and a depression that made me cry as I wrote it. Please, don't Shoot!No copywrite infringement intended.
Epilogue
My Last Breath
Tomorrow. Such a dank word, like eventually. Tomorrow was the day they'd bury his lover. Bury him in the dank ground. Everyone knew what had happened; how Voldemort had put an untimely end to his lover, and how after watching that, he had ended the wrath of the Dark Lord. He had become an instant celebrity over night, but the thing was, he didn't want it. Not now that his lover was gone…. gone as in forever. He just wanted his lover back.
He had to sleep; he needed to be rested for… tomorrow.
His lover looked so alive lying there, in the coffin. It was as if he could reach out and hold his lover again, to kiss him just once more. His skin was pale, and worn, his hair… oh how he loved his lovers hair.
Now he was walking up to give a small speech about his lover. How would he manage to do that? To share what their love was like? And let his lover know there would be no other… no replacement. He could do this, he would make his lover proud, show his lover that he could live without him…. But he couldn't. There was no way he could go on without his lover. His lover was apart of him. His soul, his every waking breath… He was crying before he had even started to speak.
He drew a deep breath to calm himself, and slowly began to speak.
"We were lovers, and we loved each other like no other couple ever possibly could," he began, "We were close, and passionately in love, a love that no one could ruin. And we knew that from experience. I haven't stopped thinking of him, and it hurts far too much. It's unbearable. I prepared a memorial for him, my love, and if he's up there, listening, I want him to know I love him, and always will." He cleared his throat and began to sing, as if it were from the deepest, most broken, corners of his heart. "On Eagles Wings."
Anyone who hadn't been crying during his speech was now freely sobbing. They had all come to lay witness to the celebration of his lover's life. And he was sobbing as if his heart had broken. He sobbed even harder as they closed the lid of the coffin over his lover's beautiful face. He had stopped crying as they lowered his lover's coffin into the ground, and was now wishing he could throw himself in there with his lover. Now an empty, deadened look was in his eyes, and a painful, heart-wrenching look of pain was permanently etched into his face.
His lover was now, truly, gone. He hated that word. It was so empty, so final.
Time passed, slowly, and still he thought of his lover. Seldom did he think of anything but his lover. The haunted look never left his face, he never smiled, and his eyes… no one would recognize the once shimmering, bright pools, they had been reduced to endless dark chasms of pain. People said he'd be healthier dead; it wasn't fit to mourn and grieve that much.
He could remember the night it had happened in every detail, and when he wasn't thinking of that night, he was picturing his lover's handsome face.
I can stop the pain if I will it all away, he thought to himself achingly. The night, that night, one week before the last day of their last year at Hogwarts, Voldemort had murdered his lover. A part of him was gone now, a part that could never be replaced, ever. Then he had stepped up, in a rage over his lover's death, and murdered the Dark Lord without a second thought.
'I can't live without you anymore. It's worse than hell. I need you Harry, I miss you… your eyes, your hands, everything…. I miss you,' Draco Malfoy thought.
He took the knife that was before him, and slit one wrist, and then the other. He dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor. Suddenly Draco saw Harry calling to him, beckoning him forward. As Draco fell to floor, his life pouring out of him, he mumbled softly, "I found you." His heart had stopped, just before it broke. And Draco Malfoy had found peace once more.
AN: Okay, okay, I know. Short, angst-ridden, depressing... But I didn't really want to have to do a sequel, it would take too long! So like it? Hate it? I don't care! Review!
