The Lock To His Key

74. A Blown out Spark 🕯️💨

(Isabella's Pov)
April 14th
Today was the first day back at Hogwarts.
I thought about Draco a lot.

Clearly this affects him so much more then me.
It hurt him so much, he was physically prescribed pills.

That got to me.

I wasn't sure if it was okay to tell others about Draco's condition, but I was gonna anyways.

The guilt was eating me alive, even though I did nothing wrong.

We all met in the common room.
"Draco's on anti depressants."

Everyone gasped.

"He wasn't in class today either." Said Theo.
"I wanna talk to him. Doesn't mean I forgive him, but a part of me feels bad."

"Isabella you forgive really easily. I don't want you to do anything just because you feel bad." Said Mattheo.

"Someone needs to." I said.

"Let me go. Jackson, Pans, Ginny, and I are the only ones Draco didn't fuck over. And I'm the closest to him." Said Enzo.

(Enzo's Pov)
This is stressful, which feels weird.
Draco's been my best friend all my life, why am I afraid to talk to him?

I knocked on his dorm, and my heart pounded.
He opened it, and froze.

The first thing I noticed were his eyes.
Red, baggy, wet.

Then I noticed his hair.
Messy, knotty, greasy.

"Enzo?" He sounded in disbelief.
"Can I come in?" I asked.

He looked back, and then at me.
"It's messy." He said.

"That's fine." I said.
He sighed, and let me in.

Messy was an understatement.
Clothes were everywhere, it was stuffy, and there were bottles on the floor.

We've only been back a day, I don't know how it's such a mess.

The first thing I did was open a window.
The room smelt stale which was really weird.
Draco's one of the cleanest guys I know.

"How are you?" I asked.

Draco looked at me, and his lip quivered.
Draco doesn't express emotion, and he especially doesn't cry in front of people.

"Not. Good."
He struggled to push the words out.

"How's Isa?" He asked.
"Rough."

He pressed his face in his hands. I heard him crying. The sniffles, the hyperventilation,
I heard it all.

"Has it gotten easier for her?" He asked.
He lifted his face, and I watched as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"She has her good days, she laughs sometimes, but overall, no."

Draco stood up, and punched the bed.
"This is all my fault." He cried.

"She wants to talk to you." I said.
He sharply turned his head, and walked over.

"When? Today?"
"I don't know." I said.

"Tell her I'm free any time. All she needs to do is tell me when, and I'll be there. Enzo tell her, tell her!" He yelled.

"Okay, okay." I said.
"Please, I'm desperate."

(Draco's Pov)
April 17th
I've been waiting everyday for a call or text.
Isabella hasn't reached out.

Enzo said she wanted to, and I need her to.

Even if she hates me, I need to apologize again.
I want a proper goodbye if she's never gonna speak to me again.