hibernater
in
hd100
Not
Title: Not
Author: hibernater
Word Count: 100
Other characters: none
Rating: G
Challenge: Winter at hd100
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd.
There is nothing left.
The emptied shell at the hill’s crest is lifeless. The willows are kissing the rippling, sun-warmed lagoon, but all he sees through blurry eyes is a vision of desolate neglect.
It should be winter. Evening.
The wind does not whistle over a silver landscape, there is no warmth of a thoroughly non-magical, pine and apple wood scented, roaring fire, and no fragrance of hot, dark chocolate to sweeten his mother’s lips, kissing him goodnight.
Is this heartbreak?
“I told you there was nothing left,” says a quiet voice behind him, and Draco falls to his knees.
Author: hibernater
Word Count: 100
Other characters: none
Rating: G
Challenge: Winter at hd100
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd.
There is nothing left.
The emptied shell at the hill’s crest is lifeless. The willows are kissing the rippling, sun-warmed lagoon, but all he sees through blurry eyes is a vision of desolate neglect.
It should be winter. Evening.
The wind does not whistle over a silver landscape, there is no warmth of a thoroughly non-magical, pine and apple wood scented, roaring fire, and no fragrance of hot, dark chocolate to sweeten his mother’s lips, kissing him goodnight.
Is this heartbreak?
“I told you there was nothing left,” says a quiet voice behind him, and Draco falls to his knees.