Song of this chapter: Ye Moghehaei Ft. T-day by Shayea
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The heat on his neck was burning. The lighting condition of the room didn't help to remember either.
He was dizzy but recognized Potter in front of him. Maybe it was the rush of questions in his mind that made it difficult for him to notice the light pink smoke.
It wanted a lot of precision; realizing that the pink faded somewhere on Harry's neck.
Draco wasn't in the mood for any questions at that moment. The reality of what he saw was nothing in the midst of accepting Harry's absence. That wandering ghost was alive. But it wasn't there.
He placed his hand gently on Potter's cheek. He wanted to make sure he was real.
This was the end.
This was the last time.
He felt him.
Harry Potter, who was standing on the balcony of the mansion, with all his illusions, had no words but silence.
The lifeless flame of his life was taking hold; for the last breath.
Harry's soulless gaze filled the void in his being.
He lowered his hand.
He didn't want to lose his new life.
He must let it go.
Harry died a long time ago. Even doing the most unexpected things didn't affect his return.
He is not here...
You know what I mean?
He raised his hands with difficulty and untied the chain around Potter's neck. Harry's wedding ring was the only reminder of Potter's greatest commitment.
Bloody pledge,
Gradual death.
He had to keep a memento of this commitment, whatever its name was.
The chain slipped through his fingers.
Maybe he should have spent his life wondering how long he could take care of this soulless being.
Did Harry suffer?
He didn't think so.
Potter was under the influence of love potion but he was in the arms of someone he loved.
The love of Harry's life entered him like an exhalation and didn't let him understand....death? the pain?
Draco's gaze never left Harry's.
He was holding on to the chains of his hands.
He was holding a harp for the last breath.
Sobs, turning to silence.
Bloody tears,
He got up with a sound that echoed in the mansion.
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