Saving Us
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"Draco?" I said knocking on the door. All I could hear was silence. I open the door and step in. It was dark and only a little bit of the sun was coming through the closed curtains. I hear sniffling coming from the far corner of the beds. "Draco, are you all right?" I asked. He still doesn't answer me. I make my way over to him. I could see he was curled up in a ball with the sheets over him. "I don't want to do it." Draco finally says. I sit down at the edge of the bed. "What don't you want to do?" I asked softly. He uncovers himself and sits up looking at me. I could see his eyes were red and tears were falling down his cheeks. I put my hand on his cheek gently and he hugs it. "I don't want to do it... but I have to."
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