Promise

-A I R-

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Draco's POV

She was there.

She was here.

Standing in front of me. Tears streaming down her beautiful face, her black eyelashes drenched like awnings in a summer storm. The fusion of the yellow and green and fucking beautiful gold blending together in her eyes as she looked at me, was the most beautiful masterpiece I have ever seen.

"I-I'm so sorry." She whispered. The words falling off her lips sounding like salvation pulling me from hell.

But what could she possibly have to be sorry for?

"For what? You did nothing wrong," I said softly. I stepped towards her carefully, not wanting to scare her away.

Or if she was some cruel delusion- not wanting her to vanish.

She threw herself into my arms. Full, complete sobs, wracking her small frame as she nuzzled into my chest for protection.

My sick twisted heart awoke as her warmth heated my skin.

"Darling... talk to me... what's wrong?" I pleaded. I was aching seeing her like this.

How could someone so good constantly go through so much pain?

Suddenly tension struck my chest and I gripped her tighter.

"Did someone hurt you Adealia? Talk to me. Please talk to me."

If it was Copeland... I swear to everything in this horrible fucked up universe, I will beat him to the point where he will wish, he was Crucio'ed.

"I remember..." she whimpered into my chest. "I remember everything."

Some sickening wave of relief layered with compassion rushed my veins.

I shouldn't be relieved. I should be horrified that she had to relive her worst memory. I should be crying with her. But I can't. I'm too selfishly happy that she's here.

That she came back.

She lifted her head and looked up at me, "You were telling the truth. I'm so sorry. I didn't listen- I didn't even give you a chance-" her soft words were cut off by small sobs causing her to tremble again.

"Shhhh..." I tried to comfort her. "Everything is alright. I love you Adealia. I love you so much. You have no idea how much... how much I need you."

My existence without her played in my mind. I would exist, but I would lose the joy, the humanity that she taught me. I would fall into a darkness, reaching for light in the most gruesome ways possible. I would regress into my former self.

It's interesting to think that people choose one another every single day. Every morning I wake up and subconsciously choose her blinding salvation instead of the cold self destruction I've always known.

Being in love is being brave.

Brave every second you choose them and not the life you've led before.

Being brave enough to take the riskier option.

Being brave enough to be vulnerable to someone else choosing you.

And I would be brave for her.

I could choose her.

I would protect her with every ounce of strength that I had.