𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈 || 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞

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Draco's eyes stood wide open and his hands lightly gripped his knees. He couldn't process what he just heard from her. There was something inside him that made his heart clench like it just got squeezed by a single strong hand. He pitied her, yes, even though it happened years ago and he doesn't know what age she was, but he was certain that she was still young and couldn't carry everything on her shoulders.

The expectations of her mother have weighed her down ever since she was only a young girl, whose father died when she was ten. It's like her world has come to an end and the dullness welcomed her poor soul.

"I— You— You almost died?" He stammered, looking at her with pity in his eyes.

"I committed something awful..." She told. "I hanged myself in the bathroom but my mother didn't really care whether I'm alright or not. All she cared was about my reputation." She scoffs with a small smile appearing on her lips.

How could she merely laugh at such an unpleasant memory which she owns? Is she out of her mind? No, she wasn't out of her mind. Whenever she thought about it, she just felt nothing but numbness because she believes that what happened to her is somehow just nothing, especially to her mother. So, all she could do is laugh. She has never shed any tears about that memory ever since she almost let herself fall off her balcony.

Draco only stared at her, wanting her to show those caged feelings. It must've been hurt, he knew that. She wasn't just showing it because she was scared that people will think of her as such a weak person or perhaps scared of the thought that people will use it against her and even try to mock her just to bring her down.

She isn't a celebrity, but many people adored her just because of how perfect she is and how graceful she is when she dances up on the stage, taking the main role of the narrative. Younger girls even dreamed of becoming her. But, of course, no one knew what truly is happening behind closed doors.

"You know," He said softly, standing up from his seat as he walked, and sat down next to her. "You could tell me everything. It'll be safe with me." He assured, not letting his eyes depart from hers.

Her face softened from his words. No one has ever treated her so much as how he treated her. This is something that she never expected from anyone, not even from him.

"Do you need anything to make yourself comfortable before telling me?" He smiled softly at her. "It is better to make yourself comfortable before telling me everything you wanted to tell. I'll listen. I assure you."

Why is he so nice? She thought. He, being nice made her feel insecure about herself. He's too good for me. She would sometimes even think. It is another reason why she has kept these feelings within her — and yes, she already realized that she may have a liking towards Draco. She was just scared that she'll get rejected.

"Letting out what you have kept inside your thoughts will lessen the burden on your shoulder, or even better, you could breathe freely without thinking about it," Draco added, which made Y/n trust him even more. "I'll get you a blanket and some tissues. Just in case." He stood up from the couch and went to her bedroom to get her blanket and a box of tissue that he has bought from the grocery yesterday.

He got back to the living room and saw Y/n looking rather nervous. She was scratching the cuticle of her fingernails and biting her lower lip whilst her eyes gazed down at the floor.

"Hey," His soft voice filled the room as he sat down next to her. "Are you alright?"

A small smile crept up to her lips as her dark brown eyes gaze up at his silver ones, which looks like those grey clouds in the sky — enchanting and comforting. It reminds her how she loves grey clouds, especially when the rain started pouring down on the streets of any place she was in.

"Yeah," She replied in an airy voice. "The thing is..." She took a deep breath before continuing. "When I was 11, things took a turn from my expectations." She sighed.

"Why? Did something happen?"

She nodded whilst looking down at her fiddling fingers.

"I thought everything will go back to the same and I thought that I would be able to see inay smile again as she used to when itay was still alive." She told. "She still does smile but I don't feel any warmth in it anymore. It is as if...I just...her sunshine went along with my father's grave." She sighed, trying to contain herself from crying. "To be honest, my father died when my birthday was only 2 months away." Y/n continued whilst Draco's ears were all occupied just to hear her story. "I did understand that she was still mourning in that year. I knew she blamed herself that day."

"Hmmm?"

"Well, in the same evening when my itay died, I heard them arguing in itay's office. They were arguing because of....me..."

"Oh," Draco felt sorry for her.

The clock suddenly strikes 12 in the evening. He didn't care if they were up until morning or dawn. All he cares about is that he'll be always there for her even though he knew that she'll never belong to him.

"Then my father just burst out of the room and headed outside to drive around the streets and get some fresh air, and then, there was my 10-year-old self, chasing over my father even though he drove fast. I even screamed and cried for him to come back until..." Tears started to swell up in her eyes. Draco took notice of this and quickly pulled out a tissue from its box, trying to give it to her but she refused.

"Until what?" He asked softly.

"Until the drunk truck driver hit his car in front of my very eyes..."

Damn, Draco didn't know that she witnessed her own father's death. He could see in her eyes how traumatic it must have been for her. He could see how much one evening could ruin someone's life because of an event that is so hard to forget.

"And ever since then, my mother became different and became hard on me after I turned 11." Tears finally made their way down to her cheeks and tiny droplets of them crashed unto her hands.

"Was your mother hard on you?" His brows furrowed and his lips frowned.

"She was." She replied. "Up until now. I feel like I was left alone in the cold. Whenever I needed her, she wasn't there. She was never there. Every time I told her I'm tired, she still pursued me to go and work even harder just so I could become a perfect dancer in every people's eyes. I really poured all my blood and sweat just to make her proud and even starved myself just so she couldn't tell me that I have gained weight, but......it still wasn't just enough for her...There were times when I feel suffocated from everything and she just didn't care. It was only my aunt, who was there. But it still feels different if my mother was the one who was always there for me."

"Is this why you..." He held her hand. His thumb gently rubbed it in a circular motion. "You almost ended your life?"

She sniffed and looked into his eyes again.

"Yes."