A/N: Sixth chapter of seven. Thanks to mew (mew-tsubaki) for betareading!
tinted and tainted
Indigo. Bruises.
Of course they would hurt each other, but it would never really mean something.
The door slammed shut and left a silence screaming so loud in Draco's ears he could barely stand it.
He would never hurt her, or so he had told himself. But now…now he had anyway. Thankfully he hadn't hurt her physically, but still, maybe what he'd done had been even more painful.
He had said such awful things to her, and he didn't even know why.
It was dark–near black– in their bedroom where he stood, but the moon outside bathed everything in a little softer colour, indigo perhaps.
He wondered if she now had indigo-coloured bruises on her heart.
He wondered if he would ever know and he wondered if she would let him heal her.