so i noticed that there are only a few letters that i didn't use as the title, slight draco/blaise 😂
anyways, this is angst, have fun! implication of major character's death
previously called Grief
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"Why are you doing this?"
His beautiful forest green eyes pierced through the other's tainted soul as if it was an open window, seeing all of his vulnerabilities and insecurities clawing at him from the inside.
The black-haired smiled brokenly. "I just wanted to know why you're doing this to me and yourself. You keep on running away from me when I get too close to you. Why are you running away?"
The blond didn't answer.
"I thought perhaps we had something between us. I thought that maybe you'd returned my affections because that's the impression you gave. I mean, you did ignore me occasionally when we're out with him but–" he faltered, inhaling sharply. "–we kissed sometimes and we had sex. Was I wrong?" he asked weakly.
"We both know why you can't follow me to France, Harry," Draco said instead.
"I thought we had it," Harry whispered with a broken sob, wrapping his arms around himself as if to hold him close from breaking apart. "I really thought we had it, Draco. I gave you my all."
"But you're only using me as a distraction when you wanted to run away from Zabini."
"Leave, Harry."
"You didn't even give me a proper answer, Dray!"
"Leave!" Draco snarled at him.
"Please!" Harry begged. "Don't do this. I need you, Draco."
But Draco turned away.
The green-eyed male sobbed, knowing it was final between them.
It's over.
"God," he heaved in tears. "I should have gotten rid of this addiction when I had the chance all those years ago," he said and with that, he stepped out of the apartment, into the dark cold night.
Harry was too far from the door to hear Draco's broken scream on the floor.
. . .
"Harry," Draco smiled widely when he saw his love sitting on the bench with a concentrated look on his face as he tried to make a flower crown. "Draco!" he beamed brightly, grinning so wide and ran towards him in excitement, arms open wide while giggling.
Then it vanished.
Suddenly Draco was surrounded by darkness and screams echoed all around him.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry sobbed. The familiar words made him froze in his place, heart hammering in his chest. I'm sorry, he thought with extreme regret. Harry, I'm so sorry. "Why must you use me? Why are you giving me mixed signals? Why are you so cruel, Dray?"
"Why must you run away?"
"Why did you kill me?"
Draco instantly woke up in cold sweat, shaking and choking out sobs on the hard bed in Azkaban. "No one can have you, Harry. No one can ever have you but me. If I can't have you, neither do others. You're mine, Harry."
"So I had to do it. I had to kill you," he said, mind laced with insanity.
"I love you. I love you, Harry. Please."
"Come back to me. Please come back. I need you."
And I needed you too, Draco.
But you left me all alone.
Now you're alone too, Harry's voice echoed in his mind.
It's all your fault.
