When Harry walked into his flat that night, he had no idea his entire world was about to crumble and fall to pieces.
There on the balcony of his 40 story London apartment, was Draco Malfoy, Harry's back door relationship of the past five years, sitting on a very narrow railing.
"Draco, you weren't supposed to come over tonight? Ginny is going to be really soon." Harry cast a quick tempus before he stripped of his Auror robes.
The blonde simply continued to look down into the great wide world below him, swinging his legs. "Would it matter, Harry?"
"Would what matter?"
"If I jumped," Draco adjusted himself on the balcony barrier.
Harry's heart gave a little lurch, "What? Of course it would matter, don't be silly."
"Would you cry for my loss, Harry? Would you come to my funeral? Would you miss me in ten years?" Draco looked back at his lover, silver moon orbs reflecting all the hurt and abandonment he could not express with words.
Harry ran a hand through his dark locks, "Draco, please, just get off the balcony and come here so I can fix this."
Draco caught Harry's green eyes, "I'm sorry, Harry, but this is something not even you can fix. I love you Harry James Potter."
Then he jumped, and there was nothing Harry could do.
Quick little angst for you today, my friend sent me this fanfiction, and I didn't approve of the ending, so I wrote my version xD
inspiration: http: / www. fanfiction. net /s/49 45548 /1/ (remove the spaces :P)