Draco layed in bed, staring at the ceiling with hot tears pouring out of his eyes like if he was a cloud letting it all out during a powerful storm that was their feelings. Lately things hadn't been going well and the days seemed to drag on longer, each one seemingly worse than the last. At this moment, in this bed where he's previously had many events with his oartnwr happen, he realized that it was all falling apart.
He didn't have any friends, he only had one parent left, nobody trusted him-he wasn't even sure Harry trusted him anymore, and Harry himself had given up on him. Not that the green eyed boy whom he once thought he was going to marry told him. It was always the little things he noticed like pulling his hand away from his in front of some friends, or coming home late sleeping of a different perfume, or not meeting his eyes. Draco never confronted Harry, how could he? Harry was the person who helped him in his worst times and he could tell Harry meant no harm even though it hurt like hell to know that this was happening. Draco began to sob now, he couldn't help but cry, Harry wasn't hoke yet so there was no point in hiding it.
Draco cried himself to sleep that night, like he did most others, not that anybody seemed to care. In the morning he awoke to the door opening, Harry came into the room with a badly buttoned shirt, hickeys on his neck, and a lipstain on said shirt, Draco wasn't surprised anymore he just closed his eyes again and proceeded to sleep, He didn't want to cry again.
Later that day, around noon, he woke up again, Harry was taking a shower. Draco decided to look for clothes to take a shower next, he shared the drawers with Harry and when he opened one that had mostly clothes of Harry's to find a shirt, he saw one of Ginevra's shirts, he closed the drawer and looked into another one, he was used to it by now.
As the days went by, it all seemed to fall into a routine, he would wake up, get ready, and head of to work, then come back home, attempt to eat food then cry and go to sleep, this was the routine during the weekdays. He never really made any contact with Harry, other than waves, it seemed like they were both pretending the other didn't exist.
After a few more weeks, Harry seemingly got tired of it and talked to Draco about it. He told him about everything he'd done and that he didn't mean to hurt Draco in anyway, he told him he'd been thinking of dating Ginevra for a long time now, which Draco knew was his way of telling him it was over. Draco only repsonded with an okay, what else was there to say, he knew this would happen at one point. He just avoided thinking about it. Everything hurt as he got up and walked to what was just Harry's room now. He began packing everything up, he planned on going to an hotel to sleep that night.
Harry was surprised at the fact that Draco took it so well, also a little hurt, but mostly guilty. He began to think about why Draco had no reaction, maybe it was because he already knew, Harry knew Draco knew, he just didn't think he'd get used to it. Harry realized everything now, he should've just broken up with Draco when he first cheated. There was nothing to do now, though. He looked up at Draco who came out with a bag carrying some necessities, Draco told him he would cime back for other things later, he kept his composure well but, Harry couldn't help but frown at the fact that Draco's eyes watered and the way his voice cracked, the way Draco stayed as far away and hid himself from him.

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