it's been minutes it's been days, drabble, d/a
The suffocating cold creeps past the double pane windows and into his room, into his lungs, clutching clutching onto that organ inside his chest that is his heart. He has been told he doesn’t have one but he can feel it, he can feel it and it hurts.
It beats, beats, even against the winter cold, and its tattoo speeds up as the chill makes him think of Astoria’s hands - always cold - on his neck, seeking warmth, waking him up. She’s not here anymore to tease him, laugh at him, bother him with her icy hands. This was life’s irony - he cannot sleep now, when her cold cold hands - the only part of her that’s ever cold - is not finding warmth in him.
Draco sighs, thinking of when he used to wake up from dreaming about her brown brown eyes. He can see them now, though he is not dreaming. And he just wants to see them, not in his mind, not as an image he conjures up here in the cold, but in the light of day - bright and laughing and teasing.
You can come, you can come with me.
Draco nods and sits up from his reclined position. This time, he isn't giving up. This time, he's going. To her. And without another thought, he leaves the cold behind.
It beats, beats, even against the winter cold, and its tattoo speeds up as the chill makes him think of Astoria’s hands - always cold - on his neck, seeking warmth, waking him up. She’s not here anymore to tease him, laugh at him, bother him with her icy hands. This was life’s irony - he cannot sleep now, when her cold cold hands - the only part of her that’s ever cold - is not finding warmth in him.
Draco sighs, thinking of when he used to wake up from dreaming about her brown brown eyes. He can see them now, though he is not dreaming. And he just wants to see them, not in his mind, not as an image he conjures up here in the cold, but in the light of day - bright and laughing and teasing.
You can come, you can come with me.
Draco nods and sits up from his reclined position. This time, he isn't giving up. This time, he's going. To her. And without another thought, he leaves the cold behind.