Prologue
Au: Warning this prologue contains themes of suicide. I wouldn't recommend reading this fic if you or someone you know is affected. just remember that you're always loved.
Draco was laid by Harry's side, naked under the sheets from their hot and sweaty love, making session A tear slid down his cheek. Draco was in so much mental pain that he couldn't bear to tell Harry exactly how much pain he was in. There was no point in him living anymore. He tried to be happy for his parents, friends, and, of course, Harry.
Harry was the only reason why he's still alive, if Harry hadn't caught him slicing his wrists open with glass, he wouldn't be here. The sadness has officially taken over his mind, body, and soul, Draco tried everything he could think of to keep the sadness at bay, but it was no use.
He silently crept out of bed and crept to his study, followed by his great Dane spot. He neatly stacked his letters on his desk and patted spots head. " Who's a good boy?" Draco scratched behind spots ears and watched him flop over, wanting a belly rub.
"Silly dog." Draco mumbled to himself, walking to the bathroom. Draco locked the door behind him and stripped off his clothes. He ran the bath and sat on the edge. He traced his fingertips along the rim of the bath and sighed. " I guess this is goodbye." Draco whispered. Sliding into the bathtub, Draco let the darkness swallow him whole.