It was a cloudy day.
Everyday seemed dull nowadays, she supposed, though she couldn’t quite decide when the skies had stopped being so blue and the sun so bright.
Then again, she was probably just being too dramatic.
Anna knew she should be over it by now. It had been weeks since everything went down. Everyone else had healed up and were back to their normal selves, so why hadn’t she snapped back yet?
You’re helpless.
She winced, rubbing at her inner wrist. An odd rash had been there since the beginning of the summer, almost taking up the entire length of her forearm. It had been there so long, she had almost forgotten about it until Ginny had caught sight of it only a few days ago.
Just another weird thing to add to the list. Anna thought wryly, lowering the sleeve of her button up. She didn’t want to deal with any more questions; questions usually revolving around whether or not she was okay.
Of course she was okay. Why wouldn’t she be okay? Everyone else was fine. She was fine too.
Except she wasn’t. And deep inside, she knew it too. She was so talented in the art of pretending that no one would see - yet she was so stubborn, she would never ask for help.
No one was ever able to see her slowly dying inside.
And the only person who had ever been able to see through her hadn’t spoken to her in weeks.
Truth be told, it wasn’t Draco’s job to 'fix' her. He had his own problems and his own life - he couldn't possibly be in charge of all of her issues too.
Though she still couldn’t help but wonder if she had done something wrong that day, on the platform. Telling him that she never wanted to be with him when all she wanted to do was hold him in her arms.
When all she had ever wanted was to stand by his side.
When all she had ever wanted was to say I love you-
Anna took a deep breath, letting the pain dissipate with her next exhale.
It didn’t matter what she wanted. She knew her time was limited, her future short. Draco didn’t deserve to only be loved for a mere moment, but by someone who would love him for a lifetime.
Even if the idea made her stomach curl.
However, it did bother her that Draco hadn’t sent a single letter that entire summer. Even if they would never be lovers, it seemed too odd for him to just ignore her existence just because they would only be friends.
Did something happen to him? Or was he just upset with her?
The latter seemed much more probable.
Yet she was only capable of so much. And as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t just waltz into the Malfoy Manor and ask him what was going on.
Their relationship wasn’t just something her friends would scoff at anymore. If any wrong person on either side discovered their friendship, bloodshed would most certainly occur.
But still, she couldn’t deny it. As much as she hated it, she loved him.
And she had ended it, ended them.
How could loving someone hurt so much, when they never even had a beginning?
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And the first chapter is finally out!
I apologize for taking so long - coming up with an outline took much longer than I had originally anticipated, and school has been much busier than I expected.
But it's here now and I'm still alive! ;)
I hope u all enjoy this new character arc and I'll see u next week <3
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Lillian 'Anna' Potter || Half-Blood Prince
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