Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter thirty

Scorpius and Albus didn't meet until the next day when they found the other standing next to the motel's entrance in the morning.

They just looked at each other and it was as if the world had come crashing down, the reality hitting them harder than they had expected: neither of them had forgotten what had happened the previous night. It happened.
And it was impossible to forget.

«Scorpius-» Albus tried to speak, to mumble, his voice hoarse, raspy, but the blond just looked the other way, his eyes fixed on the road in front of them.

«We should go» and he began walking without saying another word, leaving the raven-haired behind him without turning his head to him once.

He had to follow him. So he started walking too.

And so they continued walking towards the next portkey (a lamppost at the end of the road) next to each other without exchanging a single word.

Albus felt his heart shatter each step.

Scorpius felt the same way.

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By touching the portkey, they were supposed to end up in Aberdeen, near the cathedral, from what they have read.

However, they didn't.

They found themselves standing outside a cave, the sound of the waves echoing in distance.

«Scorpius-»

«What? Now you're afraid of going inside?» he snapped, turning to him all of a sudden.

Albus looked at him with wide eyes, «Oh, so now you can talk?» the blond was close to replying but the young Potter stopped him before he could've «It's just-» he hesitated «We weren't supposed to end up here».

«So?» Scorpius voice was nasty, bitter.

Their eyes met and Albus officially felt his world breaking into million pieces.

«Don't come with me, if you're scared» he turned his head, deciding to interrupt the eye-contact and to face the cave's passageway, «I've always known that you didn't care about us as I did.»

And then he began walking towards the cave, entering it, without saying another word, his feet becoming wetter each second since the rocks he was walking on were being repeatedly hit by the ocean waves.

He used the past tense.

Albus didn't know how to reply. Telling him that it wasn't the truth would have just made him madder at him. It would have been useless.

So he followed him inside of the inlet, at first, almost running to catch up with him, but even when he did and he was now walking next to him, it felt like as if they were still kilometres apart.

This was like being stabbed to death. The pain he felt in his chest, the heaviness he felt on his heart, couldn't have been compared to anything else. It was overwhelming.

For a second, he thought he had stopped breathing. The air wasn't reaching his lungs anymore, or maybe they just weren't working, so, overpowered by the hurt and ache, he halted. Scorpius continued walking in front of him.

Until he stopped too.

The only sound in the cove were the waves infringing on the rocks and cliffs. And the oppressive silence between them.

It was enough. Albus' lungs still weren't cooperating and he just couldn't take it anymore, «Scorpius.... » when he spoke, his voice was weak, low, as if he had just woken up from a sleep lasted one hundred years.