Uᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴜʀʀᴇᴛ. Aʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ?
-Rᴏsʏʟɴ • Bᴏɴ Iᴠᴇʀ-
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I hate you
I hate you how the north end hates the south end of a magnet.
I need you
I need you how lungs need oxygen to breathe and how a body needs a brain to live
You're now addicting
Your smell of wet pavement and new parchment is addicting.
I learned to love you.
I learned to love you how The galaxy loves its stars and planets and how The sky loves its clouds.
I miss you.
I miss you how the earth would miss the moon and how the ocean would miss its sea life.
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I never meant to hurt anyone.
Just myself.
-D.M
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Draco paced in his room his hands pulled at the roots of his hair thinking.
Killing is like art.
Mother always said she wants me to be more artistic.
He wrote a letter.
Dear mumsy,
I'm sorry
sometimes the pages run out before the ink does
But You will be ok without me, you are strong.
I don't want to with you thinking I'm selfish.
I'm not selfish.
I'm in pain.
Your favorite son,
-Draco Malfoy
A single tear left his eye as he folded the letter and dropped it in an envelope he had ready next to all of his parchment. He had been planning for months. He kissed the envelope and sealed it before Writing Mumsy on the back.
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Everyone sat at the dining table. A meal prepared by house-elves was picked at by teenagers. "Oh, my lord!" Narcissa exclaimed after seeing almost everyone at the table feasting like wild dogs.
"Oh my lordy lord" Enzo said in a very high-pitched voice.
"Where is Draco" Narcissa wondered aloud making her way to the table.
"I don't know, I can go check on him if you'd like Mrs. Malfoy," Blaise said in a charming voice.
"Last time I let you go check on him he came downstairs with pink hair"
Blaise starting moving in his chair the way a toddler would when not getting his way.
"Ummah! Onyx how about you go?" Onyx immediately stop chewing looking up at the beautiful woman.
YOU ARE READING
SIDE EFFECTS OF YOU- D.M (discontinued)
FanfictionDiscontinued...has good smut tho- "Art that was filled with flaws and insecurity...but that's what made it so beautiful. The defects made it worth the used paint. What's the Point of painting something perfect when you can have something like this?"...
