𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a Filipino term that means destiny and fate.
A famous ballet dancer, the Prima Ballerina, the graceful dancer, a half-asian dancer, who's adored by many.
Y/n Magindara has dedicated her life to dancing in ballet theaters ever since...
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It had been days since she arrived in France and whenever she came back home, she would shut herself in her room, crying until she fell asleep. It's like it became her everyday routine. She would wake up in the morning, take a long shower, eat plenty of breakfast, go to work, and then go back home, refusing to eat dinner. Then everything goes the same thing over on the next day again. Her aunt and Fatima would get worried about her. Fatima even tried her best to cheer her up but nothing seemed to happen. So they just let her be for a while to give her the space she needed.
She had just arrived from practice, ascending the stairs, not even a hi and hello from her mother and their family assistant. She just made her way to her bedroom, locking herself again.
She doesn't even feel like herself during practice. She didn't even have the energy to dance and it caused her to fall down during her leap. Her Dance mistress even scolded her for not doing well enough, not caring whether she was alright or not even though she did the best she could.
Her feelings...Her heart...It's like it died and it made her grieve for it alone. She would often call herself a fool for falling in love. She wished that she would've just kept the promise she always had that she'd never fall in love or even marry.
Words that pierced her heart couldn't stop repeating in her head. Her mother's words, well, it was not quite good, for she questioned why she went away with a man who fooled her into his den, if she slept with him, or if she happened to be with a child. Y/n finds it ridiculous and insane for her mother to ask such an intimate thing which makes her realise for being a fool for giving her body to the man who she thought was in love with her. And for Draco's words....last statement and last moment with him...it was the worst one that kept repeating in her mind that it made her cry.
She dropped her bag on the floor as she went straight to the bathroom to take a warm bubble bath. She knew it was what she needed, for maybe it may calm her down.
A sigh left her lips, resting her back on the tub, as she gazed at the window beside her. She thought of him again. He's the only one who is in her mind in the mornings and evenings. She even wondered..."How will I get over him..."
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Draco, on the other hand, had just gotten back from his apartment. He stayed in Sirmione for a couple more days just to make himself heal just a bit so he could manage to drive back. Although his heart may have not fully healed due to the reason that it was longing for the person he loves, the person with whom he had shared so many secrets and talks for the first time in his existence. No one had ever made him feel such a beautiful feeling, and yet he chose to put an end to it due to her mother.
He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling, as tears fell down in his eyes. He hasn't had much sleep for the past few days ever since he broke her heart. It was evident enough under his eyes. Well, in fact, it was his first time crying because of a girl, a girl whom he truly loves more than the world. He gave her his all and poured so much love into her so that she would feel loved, the same as what Y/n did for him too. But what about now? She despises him. He could never do anything anymore but only must look at her from afar. He wasn't even sure if he would still continue writing the book that he based entirely on her and would be dedicated to her, but what happened? The break-up happened, that is.
On this very evening, both of them were drowning in the thoughts of each other — the memories they shared, the late-night talks, everything. They miss each other so much that they sometimes dream of hugging each other every night. Damn, that hurts.
Draco blamed himself every day and every night whilst Y/n continued with her no-energy routine.
It's like both of their world has fallen apart on an unexpected day.
Oh, these two young people, who once became each other's lovers. Who would help them now in their state? What would the future hold now that they have broken up? It was indeed devastating, but Draco didn't have any choice. He felt as if he was his 16-year-old self again, not having a choice to escape from being a death eater. The mark was still on his forearm, though it was slightly fading.
He remembered when she first saw the mark and she thought it was a tattoo. He even told her the whole story of what happened during his death eaters days and she didn't even stop him from telling her. Remembering that memory made him crave her love and warmth. He missed the way she traced her fingers on his death eater mark and the way she left a peck of soft kiss on it.
He also missed the way she would scratch his head whilst she was hugging him on their bed as he dug his head into her stomach. He missed her scent so much that he didn't even put the hoodie that she left in his room in the laundry. It is the only thing keeping him alive. It is the only thing that could make him feel her presence. It was the only thing he would hug in his sleep and make him feel that she was only just by her side, looking and smiling at him.
But what can they do now when everything is done...
