![]() I hate it, I hate it so much! Draco, I - I really love you but the way everyone treats me makes me want to kill myself."Īt hearing this, Draco immediately pulled away from you and held your shoulders tightly, careful not to hurt the one you cut earlier. ![]() I feel like I'm doing everything wrong and no matter how much I try to do things right, it never works out. Harry and Ron hate my guts and Hermione has stopped speaking to me. Your friends hate me, my friends have turned against me. You started sobbing again as you painfully buried your face into his warm chest, "I just look everywhere and all I see are people who hate me because of how I feel about you. "I-I just don't feel like I'm good enough." you cried.ĭraco held your hips tightly as he nuzzled his head into your neck to prevent himself from crying again. You started crying again and let your head drop onto his shoulder, allowing your tears to stain his green sweater once again. He softly kissed your forehead once and moved some stray hairs behind your ear. You let out a shaky sigh as you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand.ĭraco stood up straight and took your shaking, clammy hands in his. He continued staring at you and licked his lips. He was the one that was supposed to help you take on all of your worries, not unknowingly let you fight them all yourself. How could you feel sad and he not know anything about it? It was his job to be aware of these things, his job to make you feel better whenever you felt this way. You folded your hands together in your lap and bit your lip in an attempt to keep yourself from crying again.ĭraco looked up and stared at you with bloodshot, pain-filled eyes. It had a painful ring to it and made you feel sad, guilty, and disappointed. His head was hanging down, his eyes cast on your scarred legs. Draco was silent, but gentle as he cleaned your cuts, gashes, scratches, and old scars that you had opened up again on your arms and legs.Īfter putting the last bandage onto the deep gash you had made in your shoulder, he placed both of his palms face down on either side of you on the cold granite counter and breathed in and out slowly. It drifted in the spaces between the two of you and weighed itself down on your shoulders. The tears had subsided, but you could still feel the sadness and despair lingering in the room. He gripped tightly onto your body as he stood up with you in his arms and placed you on top of your sink counter. You clutched tightly onto the arm of his sweater and sat there in his embrace, crying for a few good minutes before finally settling down. I won't leave you sweetheart, I promise." I'm not going to leave you, I won't leave you.", he cried harder as he shakily whispered into your ear, "I love you. "P-please don't lea-ve me." you sobbed out.ĭraco held you tighter and shook his head, then kissed your mussy hair. He rocked you back and forth and heavily sobbed into your hair, listening to you sob into his sweater and feeling your body quake with fear underneath his grip. You curled yourself up into his chest and let his arms wrap themselves around you, the muscles tightening to make sure you wouldn't get away. He threw it into the toilet and let it sink into the bottom of the bowl.ĭraco cried as he pulled your trembling body into his arms. Your sobs escalated to their peak as your shaky and nimble fingers released the blade you were holding into Draco's hand. The tears cascaded down his pale face as he suddenly kneeled before you and tried to yank the blade out of your hand, only to have you still clutching onto it tightly. You made a long gash on left arm and cried out when the blade went in a little too deep for your liking.ĭraco suddenly burst into your bathroom and stared down in horror at the sight upon him. ![]() ![]() You held it tightly in your hand and tried everything in your power to stop, to just drop the blade and will yourself to never do it again. You were going to do it again, but your sobs cut you off. It cut through your skin again, this time going in deeper and allowing more blood to flow out of it profusely. Your tears fled from your eyes as they trickled down your cheeks and landed on your wounded arm, the salty warm water mixing in with the fresh red blood. The blade ran across your skin, cutting it open and revealing the blood underneath the surface. ![]()
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