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The moment his mother’s eyes met his, all of his efforts of keeping his thoughts at bay ceased to matter. The emotions he refused to let himself feel overtook him like a tidal wave. It pulled him under, it was drowning him.
Narcissa rushed to his side, pulling her broken son into her arms. She couldn’t remember a time when her dragon was truly happy. His life was spent surrounded by the demons of her past. Now these demons possessed him, draining him of any happiness he could have.
The happiness he deserved.
She knew what was plaguing her son this time. It was her. It was always her.
“Draco, my precious dragon, it will be alright. Put up your walls, hide your thoughts, no more periwinkle—,”
She knew what was plaguing her son this time. It was her. It was always her.
“Draco, my precious dragon, it will be alright. Put up your walls, hide your thoughts, no more periwinkle—,”
“It’s pointless. It won’t work, not anymore. She tore down every one of my walls. I tried to keep her in her box, I tried not to let periwinkle into my head mother. I tried. Anyone I’ve ever loved has only left me empty.”
Draco chuckled to himself in that moment, because the only person that made him feel whole, was the same person that left him more broken than he has ever been.
And she wasn’t even trying.
And she wasn’t even trying.
