It's Okay, Draco

Epilogue

Draco read the letter one more time, and folded it closed besides him after getting it stained with a few tears.

He was sat in the Astronomy Tower, where he used to sit, with her by his side, or even waiting for her to fill that place near him.

The colors of the night were already hitting Draco's pale face, the sky was cloudless, only the bright eternal, blue was displayed on the sky, with a blanket of white shining dots in it.

The Lake was so clear and quiet, that showed the reflection of all the infinite dark and shining blanket covering all the castle.

Draco tossed the letter aside, and placed the ring he bought on the top of it, the soft, silver star diamond shining with the hit of the moonlight.

Draco looked at his left side, a side that should been filled with her warm and small body, where she used to sit, every night, with him...the place was empty, and this time it wasn't because she would be late.

He imagined her, he imagined her looking up at the sky, laughing, he loved her laugh, he pictured her laughing while he mesmerized every inche of her skin, and stared at her elysian and captivating eyes, that soon became the light in his life.

A slight smile appeared on Draco's lips, along with a tear that fell from the corner of his eye, as I imagined her sat besides him, her soft hair fluttering in the calm wind, the stars reflecting on her shining emerald eyes, while she was amazed by the beauty of the sky, and he was amazed by the soft smile on her lips.

Her smile, oh her smile, all the things she did to him only by smiling, she was always smiling, always facing things with a smile on her face, fake or real.

He always saw her much stronger than he will ever be.

Draco then, pictured Lara looking from the sky to him, catching him staring, her smooth cheeks imediatly getting pink when she noticed that, but Draco's smile vanished as the vision he was having from seeing there faded away as he thought he would never see that look again.

He had screamed, he had cried, he had mourned, but nothing worked, everyday gets worse, everyday he has to wake up to an empty and cold pillow, everyday he has to wake up to people saying they're sorry for him.

No.

No, they're not sorry for him, they're sorry for her...nobody's ever been sorry for him.

Draco raised his head up to look at the sky again, and closed his eyes, he let his thoughts make some sense, think about everything that happened in this Tower, all those memories they made her, all of them.

He didn't cared that people told him that is normal to feel like this in the beginning, he knew he would feel like that until the rest of his days, which, the way he was being would be soon.

So he made the decision, and looked down at his lap, the tiny flask, spinning in his fingers as he examined it carefully, with a liquid inside of it that would instantly take him to his Starlight.

A sip, and all would be fixed, he didn't knew if he would see her after he drank the liquid, but he knew the pain would stop, or perhaps it would eventually kill him either ways, he never had felt so...dead.

He opened the flask, but just stared at it for a few moments, thinking of how she would hate him from doing what he was about to do, but he tried, he tried to hold on for her, but he has reached a point where he isn't even living anymore...not quite.

He took a sip.

It was a fraction of two seconds, painless, at least he thought it was painless he stopped feeling any other pain, he felt the last bit of strength in his body dissappear.