“I just can’t do this anymore!” Draco screamed “You’re so fucking selfish!”
“I’m selfish?!” Harry responded, shouting even louder “It’s not my fault I’m like this! The world fucking sucks and everyone expects me to be a hero, including you!”
Draco took a deep breath. “Harry, you know I don’t, I just want you to actually spend time with me instead of running off to do whatever. You’re my husband” Draco said, now pacing around their living room.
“I’m sorry Draco, I just can’t. You know my mental health is fucked up and I am too. This marriage was a mistake. Find someone that’s actually good enough for you.” Harry starts walking towards the door.
“Harry wait! Please don’t go, you know I need you, just sit down, and we can talk through this. Just please-“
“I’m sorry I just can’t.” Harry sighed, walking out the door, slamming it behind him.
Draco dropped to the floor and started breaking down crying. Tears fell from his eyes like rain drops in the summer; except here the world felt cold and lonely. The hard-wood floors felt cruel and chilly against the bottom of his bare legs and no one was there to comfort him.
Harry started walking. He didn’t know where he was going but he felt completely numb. His mind was blank of thoughts and the cool fall breeze caused goosebumps on his skin but he couldn’t feel them. Harry was a walking corpse on the way to his grave.
The knife against his throat felt good, sitting in an alley with nothing left but his pure insanity, Harry let the blade cut through his throat. He felt relief as the pain and blood poured out of his body onto the dirty concrete floor below him.