As Cecilia stood there, staring at Draco's empty room. She thought about how she could have done something.
As she felt her mascara run down her face, and drip onto her black dress. She knew at that moment, he was dead.
And it was her fault.
She left him. And he couldn't handle it.
She walked around the empty dorm, gliding her fingers on the furniture. She came across his desk, the desk had an envelope. The envelope was addressed to her.
She grabbed it. And carefully opened it.
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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
