She's not in class,
She never misses class,
She's always here,
Why isn't she here?
She's sitting under a tree,
Looking sad,
Something was wrong.
Sitting next to her was nice,
I asked her why she wasn't in class,
She talked to me,
She felt sad,
She cried,
I told her to let it all out,
She cried on my shoulder,
Cecilia Sinclair cried on me,
What a day.
She told me thanks,
Before leaving.
What a day.
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FanfictionTW: this story involves suicide, talk of death, death and depression I'm broken she's broken we're perfect (Draco malfoy x Cecilia Sinclair) this is a rewrite
