𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | Draco Malfoy

23 | when sacrifice becomes a tragedy

DRACO
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"Draco, you have to eat something."

"Draco, you can't stay in bed."

"Draco, everything will be okay."

"Draco, you can't blame yourself."

"Draco, please, get some sleep."

"Draco, she'll find a way to come back."

"Draco, talk to me."
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Evil spread through this world and through my mind the second I realized she was gone. Not just evil, there was sorrow, my heart aching in my chest and my soul being ripped out of me and stamped on. Voices turned into vagueness, light turned into dark, and life turned into agony.

The worst thing was that I couldn't save her from the thing causing this evil. I didn't know if she was safe, if he was hurting her or doing things against her will. I just wanted to know if she was alright.

I raised my hand, brushing my fingers over the small cut on my lip. After we got home from the bar, I almost killed Ezra. Enzo and Blaise were lucky enough to manage to pull me off him— with the use of restraining spells. Even with them it took a while. I was too angry with him.

My hand found it's way to the half empty bottle of vodka on the nightstand, bringing it to my mouth. My room was more of a mess. Glass everywhere, broken pictures and mirrors. Now that I was sitting on her bed I kept everything clean in case she might return some day.

I wanted to look for her. I don't care if it'd cost me my life. What kind of inhuman things was he even doing to her? I felt sick to my stomach just by thinking about it. I hadn't slept in 36 hours and 46 minutes. I couldn't even close my eyes.

When I did close my eyes, I saw her. I saw her reliving her worst nightmare all over again. Wilson acting just like her ex, angry because she won't love him. Is she even still alive?

How am I supposed to live like this?

How do they expect me to keep living my life like nothing happened when I don't know if she's alright? God, I miss her so much.

I couldn't stand the thought of never seeing her again. I had so much planned for us. I wanted to take her out on Friday and tell her about my ideal future, I wanted to tell her how I really felt.

I never planned on giving up. I couldn't give up. I just had to find out what the Horcrux was that Wilson made, find out how to destroy it and then slaughter him like a fucking pig. Her safety was more important than mine.

There was too much anger inside of me.

HER
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I knew what punishment was from a very young age. I found out that it comes from love. Any type of love. I've never loved someone without being punished for it. Every single time it happens again. It makes me wonder sometimes if I'm cursed. Or maybe it's not me, maybe love is just torture.

I'm pulling my knees up to my chest, my chest rising quickly with my quiet sobs. I cry, I cry, I cry until my eyes are as dry as a desert and I feel it burning. I want to cry until my eyes turn into a deep blue ocean color where I can drown in my own sorrow. I want to suffocate in my own memories.