"Please come back..." Draco whispered, his voice full of sadness. He still felt alone and afraid, and the presence of that ghostly figure had brought him a moment of comfort. But it was gone now, and he felt even more alone than before.
Draco continued to lie there with teAs he was grappling with this internal battle, he suddenly had a thought. He remembered that there was an astronomy tower nearby, where he could watch the stars and the sky in peace. He decided in the moment that he needed fresh air, and he slowly got up and started to walk towards the tower.ars in his eyes, feeling completely alone and lost. The ghostlike presence had provided a small moment of comfort, but now it had disappeared. He kept wishing it would come back and help reassure him, but he knew it wouldn't.
Draco's head was still spinning and he couldn't stop thinking about all the reasons he felt so depressed. The last straw had been his father striking him, but it was just the icing on the cake. His entire life had been a struggle, and even the one thing he thought he had going for him, his own body, had become too much.
Draco felt lost and overwhelmed and he didn't know what to do. One part of him wanted to stay on the floor and just lay there, feeling the sadness and pain until he could find some way to bear it. Another part of him wanted to get up and fight the depression, to find some way to break myself out of this pit of despair. He was torn between the two choices, unable to decide which one was the right way forward.
As he was grappling with this internal battle, he suddenly had a thought. He remembered that there was an astronomy tower nearby, where he could watch the stars and the sky in peace. He decided in the moment that he needed fresh air, and he slowly got up and started to walk towards the tower.
As he was grappling with this internal battle, he suddenly had a thought. He remembered that there was an astronomy tower nearby, where he could watch the stars and the sky in peace. He decided in the moment that he needed fresh air, and he slowly got up and started to walk towards the tower.
As Draco climbed the stairs, he got to the top of the tower and took in the vista. He couldn't help but look down at the landscape below, the dim lights of the village in the distance. The night sky was still clear, the stars shining brightly, and the wind was blowing softly.
Draco's eyes were still on the landscape below him, and he couldn't help but think about the possibilities. He thought about what would happen if he threw it all away and jumped.The thoughts were tempting, the prospect of an escape from reality and an end to the pain and sadness he was feeling.In that moment, he felt completely overwhelmed and lost. How could he go on living in a world that had become too much for him to bear?
"It would be so easy to just end it all here," Draco's thoughts seemed to echo in his mind.
His hand moved to the pocket where he had the pills, and he grabbed them, his thumb hovering over the plastic wrap
"Just take one and then you wouldn't have to feel this pain anymore."His mind kept filling with those kinds of thoughts, and he felt a sense of peace at the idea of ending it all.His thumb was slowly moving closer to the pills, and his other hand went to his pocket.
What would people think if I did?" was the only thought that stopped him.
He didn't want people to think he was "weak," or the stigma that would surround his death.He was afraid of the judgment that would come from that, so he stopped himself for a moment, giving him time to think.
"Think about what your father would think, if he knew," Draco's thoughts continued to echo in his head.It only took one image, of his father's angry and disappointed face, for him to stop himself. He had already broken down enough in front of his father, he didn't want to give him another reason to be disappointed with him.
"Think about what your father would think, if he knew," Draco's thoughts continued to echo in his head.It only took one image, of his father's angry and disappointed face, for him to stop himself. He had already broken down enough in front of his father, he didn't want to give him another reason to be disappointed with him.
"Just go home and keep a brave face," Draco's thoughts kept telling him."Just pretend to be strong and that everything is okay, and it'll stop. He'll stop treating you like this, and everything will go back to normal."It was only in that moment that Draco realized that he had been pretending to be strong his whole life. He had been pretending to be stronger than he was, and he had been hiding his true feelings and thoughts from everyone around him.
"All you have to do is just pretend, and everything will be okay. If you pretend hard enough then it'll all become real."Draco felt frustrated by the thoughts. He wanted to do what the voices in his head were telling him, but he couldn't pretend to be strong anymore. He was too weak now, his mind and body both exhausted and broken after dealing with all the hardships he had endured.
"Just go home and be strong." he repeated to himself, as if trying to convince himself of the lie.He tried to stand up to leave, his intention being to go home and act like everything was normal. But as he tried to take the first step, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His head began to spin and he faltered for a moment, his vision turning blurry.
