𝟎𝟏𝟓 - 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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September 3rd 1995

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September 3rd 1995.
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"Are you alright?" The words stumbled out of my mouth before I could quite stop them. And it irked me, I didn't want him to know that I blimey cared. No matter how much.

That was a weakness, and I didn't have time to assure him that I in fact did not care.

Zabini walks side by side with me, down the corridor. The halls were half lit by candles handing on each side of the hall walls by sconce's, creating an oral of light shining from his eyes, into mine.

"Wasn't' aware you cared."

My lips curl inwards at his tone and words.

"I wish I didn't." I couldn't stop the coldness from escaping my tone. It happens, it happens as a mask, as a front, a shield from my mind to protect myself from harm.

I didn't have to do that with them, with my boys. Because they have always been there. And not only because I trust them, but because I love them.

And, I wonder if they even know they are the only ones in this abomination of a world, that I truly love.

Zabini sighs from beside me, and I saw him using his free hand to rub the side of his head tenderly. "Look, Lunette. I am sorry, alright? If in these past years, I somehow deliberately made you hate me—"

I carelessly raise my hand, swiping my hand in the small space of air between our bodies. "I never said I hated you." I pondered, purposely halting his words. I look at him, from the corner of my eyes, only to find him already looking at me.

His eyebrows were furrowed, clear confusion laced his dark, brown eyes. They reminded me of Mattheo. And I don't want to be thinking of him, I am too angered to do so. And he is the one making me angered.

Therefore, why can I not get his eyes out of my head? I almost groan, but hold it back forcefully.

"Well," Blaise paused. And his hand that was on the side of his face slowly curled around his black locks, running his fingers through them. "you are the only person that talks to me, and truly, the only one I want to." He replied, his tone slightly low.

I did not fancy the slight ache in my heart from his words. Merlin, I did not fancy it at all. Why must his words affect me in such ways? And, his voice was a void of all emotions.

"Perhaps you force me to speak to you?" I insist, my tone just the slightest hopeful that he will agree, even if I know my words are a lie.

I slowly began to quicken my steps, needing the words he washed over me to disappear.

"No one could force you to do anything." He replied, quickly, even. And, when I give him a bored side glance, he is quickening his footsteps with my own, trying to stay at my pace.


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