Victoire/Lorcan, Victoire/Dominique platonic.

Prompts: hurt, blankly, nightmare.

She leans against the wall, refusing to believe the crumpled letter in her hand. No tears stain her face, why should she cry? The letter is lying, isn't it?

She goes over the words a million times in her head, the words swirl and pool, they cause confusion and panic and pain and she just can't take it anymore.

'We regret to inform you that there has been an accident and your sister was involved. There was a fire in the club she was at, she did not make it out alive.'

The letter is lying, it's just a cruel prank. She desperatly tries to convince herself of that fact. The truth is just to unbearable to imagine.

'Regret to inform you...has been an accident...sister was involved...did not make it out alive.'

How do they even know that it's Dom? It's probably a case of mistaken identity. She knows deep down that it's not, everybody knows it's not.

'Regret...accident...sister...not alive.'

This is a nightmare, I'll wake up and Dom will still be here and everything will be ok. Dominique can't be dead. Victoire stares blankly at the paper, the crumpled parchment with neat, cursive handwriting. She so wants to belive it's lying.

'Sister...not alive.'

The tears are streaming down her face now, her legs have completely given way now, and she is about to crash to the floor when a pair of strong arms catches her and pulls her close. It's Lorcan. Completely unashamed she sobs into the arms of the man who has been there to catch her every time she falls.

She feels this heavy weight on her chest, this solid, unmoving rock made of guilt and sorrows and pain, and a strange hollowness that Victoire doesn't understand.

Lorcan will help her through this, she knows that as he kisses her forehead gently as if he knows how fragile she is feeling.

He always could read me like an open book.

She thinks, the thought bringing the smallest flicker of a smile to her face.

They say that one day the tears will stop, and the throbbing pain will fade to a dull ache, but she doesn't believe them. She knows the hollowness will always stay, for Dominique and Victoire were more than just sisters, they were each others confidants, they were best friends, they stayed together through thick and thin. They were Dominique and Victoire, the 1/8th Veela sisters, daughters of Bill and Fleur Weasley, best friends.

Victoire doesn't know who she is with out Dominique.

She is living a nightmare.