Come Back to Me(D.M.)

28. Silence

Emotional Trauma Ahead

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Draco Malfoy

It had been 22 days since she had left.

22 days since I'd screamed for her throughout an entires day worth of hours.

21 days since I had started writing the letters.

21 days since she hadn't responded.

3 days since I've tried accepting that she could be dead.

2 days since I started wondering if she had given up on me.

2 hours since I've accepted she was done with me for hers and mine safety.

1 single minute, since I'd removed my wedding band, setting it onto a tear stained counter.

The silence without her presence was truly unbearable.

Genevieve Malfoy

I laid on the couch of my mothers safe house, the only one that wasn't known to anyone else. So many thoughts circled my head, a constant loop of pain and sadness, drowning me from the inside out.

I had thought Draco would have sent a letter, something. Anything. But he didn't. It'd been 22 days, and I hadn't received a single thing from him.

I knew he didn't know where I've been staying, but owls know, and they can find anyone without giving locations away.

So I suppose he wanted to give up on me.

And I couldn't stop him. It would just be like that. I was going to lose him.

Hopping from the couch, I grabbed my jacket and slid on my shoes. I need to clear my head, because the anxious pressure had just been building and building, never slowing.

This house was situated not too far from the cove Draco and I had married in, and lucky for me, I think that was just the place I needed.

The winter air bit at my skin, and my breath fogged in clouds around me as I settled through the rock opening. A tear fell down my cheek as I starred at our initials carved into the stone pillar, and my hand moved to grace over it.

As I did so, something shined and shifted, opening a little slot, barely noticeable to the eye.

But I noticed, and I saw how it was just wide enough for papers to be slipped into it.

My hands fumbled for my wand, removing the papers and falling to the ground with them.

Legs crossed, hands shaking as I opened them, I read every single one, my heart breaking slightly more with each single letter, etched into the parchment with his quill.

Dear Gen,
I need you to respond to this if you're safe.
-Dray

Dear Gen,
Please write back if you get this.
-Dray

Dear Evie,
I'm praying to whoever will listen that you're safe.
-Dray

Dear Genevieve,
I can't keep doing this, please respond.
-Dray

Dear Genevieve,
I'm beginning to think you are dead. Please don't be. You need to respond if you're alive.
-Draco