He felt it.
The feeling of something crawling on his skin.
He didn't like it.
He didn't like the fear that was showing in his eyes.
He was supposed to be strong!
So why did he feel it?
Why was he scared?
Or the most important question,
Who was he scared of?
Was he scared of the people he felt judging him?
Was he scared of the outcome of what he was about to do?
Or
Was he scared of himself?
Is that what he feared?
Himself?
The feeling got stronger as he realized.
The one thing he had heard closest.
The one thing he shared everything with.
The one thing he trusted.
That was the thing he feared.
He feared himself.
A/N
This is what i wrote to my English teacher for my school homework. And i thought: Why not post it here?
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Drarry One-shots
FanfictionThis is just lots of Drarry (and some other ships) one-shots. There will be both Lemon(or smut whatever you prefer to call it) and lots of fluff. Slight angst, but only on rare occasions. Hope you enjoy the the story!
