epilogue

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IN WHICH,
there is only the boy and he cannot love.

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Dear Amelia White,
Love doesn't come easily, and love dies far too easily. I believe in this. But I do not believe that I ever loved you. I scribble this note as I stare at the name on your grave, Amelia, and I am sad that you are dead. But it does not come to me as a shock, or a sense of absolute sorrow. I am merely sad. Many may say that this is because I am in shock, but this is the truth: I never loved you. Now that I don't have to see your pretty eyes anymore, I can tell you. I never wanted to hurt you, and I let you believe that I loved you. But the love you died for was never even real. It was never there. You made it up, and you made me believe in it. Amelia, I wish I could say that I saw you as more than a friend. But I never did. Of course, I cared for you more than I cared about most, however, it was never love. But this note is in the past tense, and so was the story you made up for us. 

Poetry never rings true, it romanticizes like no other form of art. I found messy love poems inscribed in red in your room, and I know, too, that you died without experiencing real love. An infatuation, but not the truth of love. I wish that you'd gotten the experience of it, my friend. I wish you would have had someone to hold on to, someone to touch, someone to lean on. You may have enjoyed the feeling. You may have described it to me.

I bid you the warmest goodbye I can, and this is what I have to say in the end: love comes in many forms, and many people, but it was not in us. We were thrown together by a war, a trauma, too many choices, not fate. 

My warmest regards,
Draco Malfoy

The man with the platinum blonde hair got up. A single tear, for a friend. He left. But a voice lingered on in the air, "I love you."

He couldn't have loved her. But she may still have loved him. We don't make the choices on who we get to love and who we do not. Hearts wouldn't break quite so loudly, then.

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[A/N:
i don't know how i feel about this ending, honestly. think it suits them, though.]

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