i miss you~Draco x reader

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A/N: I have seen tiktoks like this all over my for you page so i thought i would stem off from it and try my own. so thankyou to all creators for the idea,
It's like midnight lets see how well this turns out

TW: Death, missing person

Draco's POV
It had been four years since the battle of Hogwarts. Four years since the mess was over. Four years since lives had been lost.

I lost the love of my life. It's corny I know. It's not something I would usually say, I know. It's not something I would care about, I know. But she, she was everything. She lit up the stars. She turned ice into water with a simple touch. She was gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

Y/N had lost the battle. She had lost all life. The stars no longer shone, the ice became bitter. She was gone.

Life hadn't been the same since the day I lost Y/N. Many of her friends came to my room to see how I was doing—we all lived together now, a way to keep Y/N alive in us. But how was I supposed to be doing when I didn't have her?

She was so innocent. It was gut-wrenching. Seeing her lying their lifeless on the ground whilst many celebrated the win. The victory. That day was no victory.

Today we would be finally going through her belongings. Seeing what was no longer needed. I had a box ready, I needed as much as I could have, to hold on a little longer. Keep her safe with me. Repay what cannot be undone.

"Are you ready Draco?" Hermione poked her head.

"As I'll ever be." My voice was no more than a murmur, I could see myself in the reflection.

My hair was dishevelled, knots had formed at the edges. The silver in my eyes had turned to dust, the red in them was painfully sore. I hadn't changed in weeks, only wearing what Y/N used to wear. It was the closest thing I could get to her being here.

It wasn't long before we were all sat at the elongated table, two boxes sat in the middle with the label      'Y/N's stuff'

"I know how much we all miss her, how terrible this is going to be, but it will help with the healing process." Harry spoke out, beginning to pass us all a pile of items.

There was no healing process though. This is never going to go away. This will not change anything. Because all I could smell was her.

There was a bottle of her perfume in my hand, I could envision her, see the way she danced, it was what I gifted her.

My eyes closed, i held the bottle close, all I could see was her.

The way her hair moved in the wind, her dress flowed, the sides lifting as the wind took it, her eyes sparkling as a smile reached the crevices in her eyes. Her laugh, god her laugh. I miss hearing the sweet harmony of laughs that would slip from her throat, invade my mind, make me lose all sense of being.

Because, when you love someone, they never really leave.

"Guys, I found a diary," Luna picked up a dusty old book, the sheets were crumple, a coffee mug stain imprinted on the front, "It was hers, just before the war started." Luna's eyes began to well with tears, her voice breaking as she spoke.

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