Summary: The last moments of Draco's life
Warnings: Angst, character death, French Revolution AU.
Note: I'm sorry, *cries* but hey, I wrote something similar to this for a school project and loved how it turned out so here's a Drarry one. This takes place during the French Revolution.
January 3rd
I have thought about this moment all my life. From the day we are born, death is inevitable. Of all the sleepless nights spent imagining different horrifying scenarios, never once had I imagined that I would perish in this way. This tall frame with an angled blade, glinting in the sunlight, looms over me like the monstrosity it is. In any other scenario I may have considered it stunning.
As I look out at the massive sea of spectators my mind begins to wander. I think about my parents, I have not had a complete conversation with them in a long time and at this I realize I am going to leave this world without saying goodbye. I think about the cruel reality in which businessmen will sell young children guillotine toys. I used to think it was adorable when my cousin would morbidly use this supposed toy to slice the head off his doll but now that I'm faced with the same fate, I cannot help but regret every time I would cheer him on.
I then begin thinking about what caused this whole thing, the revolution. I was all for it until they started executing the people like me, I cannot change who I am and who I love. After this, jumbled thoughts begin to cloud my mind, I did not feed my dog, I never did get to tell the one I love how I feel and I never got to settle down and start a family like I had always hoped.
My demise draws nearer and I shift my gaze to the world around me. All my life I had taken everything for granted but now staring out into the world that is my own, everything becomes clearer. The blue sky a beautiful mixture of blue and cyan become the most serene azure colour I have ever seen, the air seems all the more fresh with every precious breath I am granted and all the people here, to watch the unfortunate event take place, become more than just a disposable life in my eyes. Each person though not significant enough to necessarily make their mark in the world, is a living breathing work of art. It is incredible that such an advanced species is inhabiting such a planet in this universe of ours. I never really thought about life in this way and now that I have, I only have a few minutes to truly appreciate it.
Finally I look at the beautiful soul who inhabits my mind. We became friends so long ago that seeing him here pains my heart in a way that they will never know. I fell in love so fast and so blindly that everyone had insisted it was not genuine, that it was unnatural for a Malfoy to love another man but I always knew it was real. Now I will never get to express this love as it is too late and being a coward, I would keep it to myself. I suppose that is why I am here now, I do not have enough courage to stand up for myself, to say there is nothing wrong. It is my own fault that I am about to die and I must accept that.
A murmur sweeps over the crowd as none other than the man I love pushes through the masses to approach me. He gently strokes my cheek, brushing the tears away.
"I have always loved you, I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner." He says calmly but I see the pain in his eyes.
"Potter-" I start but he just squeezes my hand gently, tears threatening to pour down his face as he mutters something about not being able to watch when it happens.
As I watch him walk away I sharply inhale as the executioner says something that makes the crowd roar. I take my final breath and smile as the blade draws nearer.
