Gone
“you promised we’d make it out of this. You promised!!” he cradled his dead/dying partner’s head in his arm, the other arm on his chest, gripping the fabric of the body’s clothing tightly
“You promised we’d make it out of this! You promised!!” Draco’s voice strained through desperate sobs - god, he couldn’t stop the sobs from encapsulating his throat and tracing his cheeks. His head was steaming, his hands were hot as they fought against the cold, stiff corpse they were supporting, holding onto for dear life. Dear life.
Harry had been so full of life, hours ago. Every day, hour, minute, second Draco spent with him was an entire lifetime wrapped up in a memory he’d cherish forever. His face, his beautiful face. Traced with impeccable features, welcoming and warm. He could stare at Harry’s face for the rest of forever. Take in the way he smiled, how his nose crinkled up when he laughed, how his eyes out shimmered every star in the sky.
Harry’s voice. God, what Draco would give to hear Harry’s voice one more time. One more “I love you”, one more chance to hear his laugh — that godforsaken laugh — whenever Draco tried to flirt and failed miserably.
“Don’t you dare break your promise now!”
Draco’s entire body slumped further over Harry’s, curling around his head and tucking his nose into the crook of the body’s neck. Residual tears stained Harry’s body, and though his sobs continued, they were dry. His breaths squeaked, but his chokes were forced down, reduced to soft and silent croaks.
“I love you.”
No answer. Just a soft breeze navigating their soft hair as grey clouds rolled in over the horizon, darkening the sky and hiding the sun.
“I love you I love you I love you I’ll never stop loving y-“
The words clotted in his throat. They felt like a lump in his throat his couldn’t swallow; like he was choking, and couldn’t regurgitate them no matter how hard he tried.
They lingered in the middle, lingered as his eyes lingered over Harry’s. Cold, lifeless pupils, ones which once shone brighter than the midnight sky, bright enough to make the sun envious.
He saw everything in his eyes. Every moment they’d shared together. Every hello, goodbye, laugh, fight, and date.
If he were physically capable of laughing, he would have at the thought of their dates — the way that they had to sneak around, avoiding questions and escaping to an empty field together.
A quiet place only they knew of, where the sun shone its warmth upon them. Where the overgrown grass, pastel tulips and roses, and colorful weeds danced with the faint breeze. Where bumble bees buzzed from flower to flower, softly landing on the center of each one. Where remnants of taraxacum weeds gracefully flew through the warm spring air.
Harry was his sun. Harry, beams of sunlight radiated from his every movement and surrounded Draco with incredible warmth. Draco knew he was home with him. He knew he was safe. He knew he was loved; loved like he’d never known he could be. He knew everything would be okay.
The sky grew darker, tenebrous clouds filling the air with a cold, dry, bristled chill.
Draco’s fingers gripped the back of the body’s head, curling around thick clumps of his autumn brown hair, clenching his jaw.
His sunshine was Gone.