Numb. That's the only word I could use to describe how I feel.
Archer held me until the sun came up. By then the house had come to life. House elves moving around getting the house lively for the people who live in it.
Candles burning. Light fixtures illuminating. The quiet house now echoing with silent talks of those who live there.
I'm sitting in the library reading a book like I planned before finding Archer. I use the book to cover the puffiness of my bloodshot eyes. No one's come to see where I am. I skipped breakfast. I'm not hungry. The thought of eating makes me want to vomit.
I've read the same page several times, or more precisely, the same sentence.
"She loved him but could not even comprehend the fact that his love for her was only a lie to cover the secret that lied beneath."
My heart aches at the thought of what happened on the train being fake. He's only tricking me. I wouldn't be surprised if he went back to his fuckboy ways. Serenity certainly isn't keeping him tied down.
The thought of him snogging with another girl makes me want to start crying again. But I have no tears left. My body feels as if it's run out, a winding river without a current to flush the murky water away.
Last night I cried for myself, him, the life I lost, what made me want to cry even more was the thoughts of me ending it all. I don't have the necklace to change anything. I'm stuck here with a relentless sister, a terrible strain with my father, barely involved mother—with me at least, she loves Serenity—not having my grandmother to talk to. Maybe death is the only resolve for this miserable life.
I know there's still a chance I could change the present, but there's no way without that damn necklace.
I let out a groan slouching into the leather couch, placing the book to cover my face as I cry for the hundredth time this morning.
"Aurora?" Someone interrupts the drowning thoughts in my mind.
I take the book off my face—pulling some hair over my face with it. Narcissa stands in front of me in her normal black attire only instead of a dress she's in black trousers and blazer.
"Hey Narcissa." I sigh trying to make it seem like she caught me sleeping.
"Have you been crying?" She asks her sultry voice laced with concern.
"That obvious?" I let out a puff air blowing the stray strand of hair out of my face.
"Sweetheart, I'm a mother of Lucius Malfoy's son. I can recognize puffy eyes from miles away." She smiles sweetly before sitting down on the couch next to me.
I move my legs to the floor allowing her to sit on the middle cushion. I sit up leaning against the back of the couch staring up at the gold ceiling. The library is the only part of the house that isn't dark. It's refreshing. I feel like I can breathe when I'm here. All the other rooms always feel as if they're closing in, suffocating me daring me to pass out from the pressure.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"Try me." She jokes.
I debate on telling her. Everyone else thinks I'm crazy, what's one more person? Not like she'll believe me.
"It's not important." I sigh clasping my hands in my lap twiddling my thumbs.
"Is it Draco?"
I look at her meeting her gaze. My tired eyes unable keep contact shift to the floor next to her feet letting her have her answer. She wraps her arm around mt shoulders pulling me to her embracing me in a motherly hug.
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