"What is it for?

What is sacred?

In my circle of regrets

Circle of regrets"

Regrets. They were the blood that flowed through his veins -they were the air that he breathed in. They made him the person that he was -one regret piled right on top of another. They were what was keeping him alive, but they were always what was killing him. Not one of them were worth it -all of them were just side effects that came along with his folly.

"Today I'm drawing circles

In my memory, in the pages of my life"

His biggest regret was the one that stained his left forearm, following him everywhere he went. He constantly wished that one day he would look down at his limb and see that the Mark had disappeared, but he knew that that would never happen -it wasn't possible. Draco hated himself a little more each day for that life-changing decision that he had made when he was only sixteen. He had been young, naïve, and foolish -now he would have to live with his mistake.

Having a child was very close behind being Marked on his list of regrets. What the hell had he been thinking when he agreed that having a kid would be a good thing? Little Scorpius had been condemned a outcast before he was even born -all because of his last name. Malfoy. A common subject in every wizarding household, Malfoys were known for being arrogant, Pure-Blood loving, Death Eaters. It was no wonder why his child didn't have a chance -just like he hadn't had a chance.

And then there was his wife. Beautiful Astoria, with her long chestnut hair and her deep brown eyes. She was unhappy with him because she wasn't popular anymore. Taking on the cursed last name had marked her as a social outcast, like him and the rest of his relatives. She was used to attending handfuls of social gatherings during the weekdays and cocktail parties every weekend. Not anymore, though -now the Malfoys did not usually stray far from their mansion. They were not welcomed anywhere else. He regretted ever asking her to marry him. Not because he didn't love her, no, but because he was unable to make her happy.

"That's me for a long time

I can't run away…"

He could not picture his situation changing for the better anytime soon. How could he just leave his wife of seven years and his one year-old child, though? Even though he made many bad choices in his lifetime, he did know the difference between wrong and right.

"These stone tears are falling down on me, all my regrets

My regrets

I don't want this feeling"

As he shut his grey eyes, he could feel the cool ocean breeze sweep away his tears. The sea was the only place where he could relax and think about his life -unfortunately, it did not block out any of his past doings. Draco hated how hopeless his future looked -no hint of happiness. But did he deserve happiness after the crimes that he took part in? He didn't truly believe he did.

"I need more

All I want is to break

My circle of regrets

Circle of regrets"

He grinned to himself as he dangled one foot over the cliff, leaving the other placed extremely close to the edge. How easy it would be for him to just jump -to leave this miserable life that he led. He wouldn't, though, because he was responsible for his family. How tempting, still -one small step forward and all of his regrets would disappear…

"Is there any solution?

I want to find the way to escape... to go away"

Draco put his foot back beside the other one, teetering on the end of the precipice. As much as he wanted to free himself from his past, he knew that this was not the way.

"Draco?" shouted a vaguely familiar voice.

He went to spin around to see who it was but he lost his balance and fell in the direction of the crashing waves.

Oooo, what's gunna happen? Please don't forget to review.

The song that was used in this chapter is called "Circle" by Lacuna Coil.

Thanks Mew for the siriusly sweet song suggestion( alliteration!) and for beta-ing.

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