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IN WHICH,
i have very little to say.

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There's nothing to say -
Not really -
Draco sits beside me sobbing,
And it breaks my heart to 
See him tear himself apart,
When I took a curse to save him.

Or perhaps,
It was the guilt of not saving him
That made me impulsive enough
To just leave him standing there
And throw myself into danger.

"Drac-,"
I try to speak.

He grabs the notebook
From my side,
And scribbles,
Don't speak,
Your voice reminds me of your
Screams.

Would this happen all our life?
Would 5 minutes haunt us forever?
Would 5 minutes hurt him forever?
Would 5 minutes kill me forever?
Would 5 minutes of trying not to die,
Make life such that
Dying would seem easy?

The questions whirl around in my head,
A tornado of chaos and panic,
And no more can I ignore my
                                                           trembling fingers,
                                                            lost eyes,
                                                             and Draco's look of terror,
Before everything goes black again.

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