my first story, so be easy! i don't like it, but maybe you will.
I Never Said Goodbye
I am sick of him.
I am sick of him leaving me and not coming back. He leaves me with the fear of death. The fear of being alone, the fear of loss.
He doesn't even care. He doesn't care that I am here, alone, waiting for him. Waiting, praying, hoping that he will survive.
Every day, the tasks become more challenging and his journeys became longer. I once was proud of what he accomplished. He was in the inner circle of the Dark Lord. I was the wife of the noblest Death Eater there ever was. I was supposed to be happy.
But I wasn't. I desperately wanted to tell him. I needed to tell him. Eventually, we had our share fights. Every time he returned, I would have mixed emotions. Happy, because he returned? Angry, for being gone so long? Scared, for his next task? Above all I was confused.
With the last fight, I couldn't take it. I told him my fears, my concerns, and my hopes, he laughed. His menacing laugh pierced my heart like a dagger. He towered over me, smiling, laughing. Just laughing.
I knew he was going to die, I told him this was a horrible idea. I told him that if he carried this out, he would die. If he failed or back out, he would die. The Dark Lord has ways of knowing these things. He would have killed him anyway.
He yelled at me and said I was stupid to believe these things. He wouldn't let me say a word. When he was done yelling, in between sobs, I mustered up the last of my confidence and I managed to tell him I couldn't live with this any longer. I wanted to leave. I hated him.
The moment the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them. In my heart I still loved the man I used to know. But I couldn't tell him. Not after he did that.
But, as always, he didn't listen. Then He left. To do the Dark Lord's bidding. He left to die.
The second he slammed the door, I knew he was gone. I would never see his face again or hear his voice, I once longed to hear. The love of my life, Draco Malfoy, was gone.
He left me to suffer. With the guilt of his death. I knew I should have stopped him, prevented him from leaving. But I just stood their, tears streaming down my face while he let himself die. No, I let him die.
When he left that night, it was unbearable. I never wished to speak to him again. I never wanted him to come near me. I wanted him gone. Afterwards, I only realized what I really wanted was for him to stay. I wanted him to live. I loved him.
I cried myself until I was dry. I couldn't sleep. If I closed my eyes, I would see his face. I would hear his laugh. I would relive our argument. I couldn't take it. It was too much pain.
He never came back that night. He failed. He was gone.
And I never had the chance to say goodbye.
theres my little sappy story
hope you liked it!