Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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I was trying to sleep again, trying to talk myself to sleep, convincing that I won't fall back into the void again. Just let me learn this control of magic, I'll be back with my people— my friends. I wouldn't have to stay alone then.

As I lie there, trying to drift off into sleep, I can't help but be plagued by feelings of frustration and loneliness. My eyes felt heavy along with my heart.

I toss and turn, my thoughts racing with a disappointment and despair. I wanted control over the magic, and I wanted my friends back. Being alone felt like a prison, slowly suffocating me.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and a lump forms in my throat, choking any sounds from escaping. I try to keep the tears from falling, but the solitude and the weight of my emotions prove too overwhelming, and I can't stop the silent sobs that shake my body, my eyes closing.

The tears fall freely now as I let myself cry quietly on this bed. The darkness of the room seems to close in around me, the isolation feeling like a suffocating blanket, then I fell back into the rabbit hole.

The sensations return, my surroundings fading away as if being carried away by a strong wind. Everything dissolves, replaced by an all-encompassing whiteness. I feel myself falling, but there’s no sense of fear. Instead, I drift through the empty space, like a feather caught in a gentle breeze. The darkness greets me as I fall onto the unknown slippry surface. the dark abyss I now am familiar with.

I am in this space again, this place between awake and asleep. The void. My mind feels awake, but the absence of any sight, touch, or sound leaves me disoriented. It's a confusing sensation, like floating in a vast, pitch-black sea. I screamed.

My voice echoes in the void, but there's no one to hear me. A sense of dread creeps up as I realize the full extent of my solitude. the darkness presses in, and a chill runs down my spine. Am I crying again?

I try to focus on my breathing, to ground myself. But in this endless darkness, it's hard to tell if I am really breathing or simply imagining it. Panic starts to set in, and I wonder if I'll ever find my way out of this endless abyss.

I try to move, to find some sense of direction. But without any visual cues, it's almost impossible to tell if I'm truly moving or if I remain stagnant in the vast nothingness of this nightmarish space. My breath picks up, ragged and shallow, but the silence remains unbroken.

My thoughts race faster through my mind with each passing moment. The void seems to stretch on forever, and I begin to doubt if I'll ever escape its relentless grip. Despair and fear mix together, turning my breathing into a rapid, uneven rhythm. I desperately need some indication of solid matter, some visual cue to anchor my sanity.

But there's nothing, just the eternal night that engulfs me in its inky embrace. I can feel myself spiraling, losing my grip on reality. This eternal nothingness is both my tormentor and my captor, a never-ending cycle of isolation. A tear slides down my cheek.

The tears keep coming now, unbidden and unstoppable. In this void, crying feels pointless, like trying to fill a vast ocean with a single drop. But the tears keep flowing, a silent protest against the overwhelming solitude.

Time loses its meaning in this place. Seconds, minutes, or hours could have passed, but it's impossible to differentiate as I am stuck in this timeless abyss. My mind grows hazy, and my thoughts become fragmented. How long will I stay suspended in this never-ending darkness?

Just when I thought I wouldn't get out this time, I feel myself getting pulled, I gasped my eyes shooting open as I sit down on the bed, clinging to the closed thing— Nicolas. My hand instinctively wrapped around his arm my head dropping onto his shoulder.