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- BELLE -

Before you silence yourself to keep the peace, one must remember to ask themselves, 'What is the worst thing that could happen?'.

Because usually, the answer almost always is, 'this person may dislike me.'.

And if you are silencing yourself for that reason, they already don't like you. They only like a fictional version of you. An idea.

It was what ticked my mind as I silently watched everyone have their soup and freshly baked bread rolls at the table of the kitchen. The door was placed back on its hinges but the silence was deafening.

No questions were asked. Perhaps this was the most silent I've been in weeks.

Months ago, Draco would've loved this. But what took a turn was how quiet I was around my friends and more vocal around the blond himself now.

Roles had changed, perspectives were drawn.

I've seen two sides of the story as opposed to one. And I was conflicted.

It made me realise just how blind I was. My peripheral vision was blocked by walls, restraining me from seeing the bigger picture.

After Draco left, Ron and Hermione let me bathe in peace. I was clean, but the feeling of dirt never escaped.

I had barely touched my food. Although I was ravenous, my appetite was absent. It wasn't fair. That I had the luxury of eating and Draco was out there starving.

Yes he could probably steal something, but people in Temple Village knew he was around and so it made it harder for him to sneak around.

Why did he leave me of all things?

Especially without a goodbye.

My soul longed for him. And I felt silenced. Nothing urged me more than to follow him, look for him and hug him tightly.

I needed him. So badly.

Trying hard not to cry, I swallowed my tears and wiggled my lips from one cheek to another; the adrenaline of anguish was too much.

His heartbeat was still missing. It made mine ache beyond cardiac arrest. This was far too painful.

He was gone only a few hours and I missed him terribly.

A piece of me was empty.

I wish I could fix this. Make him come back. Wasn't I his afterall? Like he said himself?

Or was I really that much of a nuisance?

And although Draco hurt me. Left me with nothing but tears. I still trusted him.

With every inch of my being. I would trust him. Give him all I have. And that's what hurt the most. Because I couldn't justify that perhaps he'd do the same.

Dean broke the silence, an innocent smile curved his wrinkled face, 'It's nice to see you again, Belle. We missed you.'

Despite his kindness, I couldn't help but stare at him with a nonchalant feature. Puzzlement filled and I debated whether to attack or persue kindly.

I couldn't smile.

Not without Draco here.

'Dean's right.' Ron interjected, smiling himself, 'Hermione wouldn't stop talking about you.'