Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well.
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𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇:
Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover.
Somebody you find yourself thinking about constant...
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I'LL SHOW YOU THE STARS
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Elysia walked lifelessly through the hallways with her head hanging low as Draco guided her back to his room.
The Calming Draught kicked in. All of a sudden, everything had vanished. Elysia was numb. Blank. Void. The fog had cleared from her mind, her body no longer ached, her thoughts became entirely silent. She was not much more than a cement wall.
A little numb, a little dead; it was nice to have some dead places in her, to lose a little bit of her broken mind for just a little while.
A feeling like falling took place in the centre of Elysia's chest; it wasn't her that was falling. Rather, every sensation and emotion she held slipped right out of her. Her panic subsided. Her fear and exhaustion drained from within her bones. The physical senses in each nerve of her body flickered away, bit by bit. Like someone turning off all the lights in a house.
She didn't feel good or bad. She didn't feel happy or sad. She didn't feel anything at all. Nothing. Nothing at all. It was almost a scarier feeling than being stuck in sadness because the emptiness felt all the more consuming-like spiralling down a deep, empty, black hole.
Draco sat her down on the edge of his bed. He looked at her carefully, analyzing her. He couldn't recognize the ghost that sat in front of him. Her eyes became so blank, it scared him.
"How are you-how are you feeling?"
Elysia craned her neck to the side as she lifted her gaze to look him in the eye. She could see the exhaustion and sadness lingering behind his eyes, she could see how broken and beaten down he was-but she couldn't feel anything about it. The Calming Draught had not simply calmed her, it paralyzed her. It shut everything off.
"I'm feeling nothing."
Her tone sent a shiver through Draco. "Do you want-or need anything? Water, food?"
Elysia shook her head. "I'm okay." She paused for a moment before looking at him thoughtfully. "Would you like me to leave?"
Draco stared, entirely taken aback by her question. "What?" He sputtered. "Why would I want that? Of course not, I don't want you to leave." Ever. He never wanted to know of a life without her in it.
With an empty mind and no emotions to cloud her judgments or feelings, Elysia felt that she could for once, clearly analyze and consider everything more rationally.
Despite her current numbness, it was abundantly clear to Elysia that she was broken. That there were mere fragments of her left. She no longer knew who she was, she no longer knew how to live in a world that was whole. She didn't know how to fix herself, she only knew that she was drowning and it worried her that she may pull Draco right down under alongside herself.
