“Ian’t,”Draowhispered,asharppainshootingdownhisthroatashespoke.
“Iknow,”Potterrepliedquietly,buthedidn’tremovehishand.
Didheknow?Draodoubtedit.HedoubtedPotterhadanyideahowmuhDraowassuffering.
“Ihavetogo.”
BeforePotterouldtightenhisgrip,Draowithdrewhishandandstormedoutofthekithen,outoftheft,withoutabakwardgne.
Chapter8:UnlessYouWannaeAlong
Sunday,16Marh2003
“It’sabouttime,”PansysnappedwhenDraosteppedintohisbedroom.
“Whatareyoudoinghere?”
“Soyoureallyfot,”shehuffed.“Weweresupposedtohavedinner.”
“Oh.”Hedidn’tevenremembermakingpnswithher.Hefelttooexhaustedtorakhisbrainorevenhaveanormaloion.Hejustwantedtoolpseandnevergetupagain.
“eon,ifwegonow,weanstill—Drao?”
Hehadsunkentohisknees,pressinghispalmsagainsttheoldfloor.
“Drao,what’swrong?”HefeltPansy’shandsonhisbakasshekdowninfrontofhim.“Merlin,you’reshaking.Drao,whathappened?”
“I—Ian’t—”Stubbornly,hetriedtoholdbakthetearsthatwerefinhiseyes.
“Talktome,”Pansysaid,hervoiefullofonern.Shepulledhimloser,fhisarmstoolpse,untilhisheadwasrestinginherp.Withoutthinking,hegrabbedatherdress,lingingtoitasifthatwouldlessenthepain.
“I—”Hegulped.“IbrokeupwithAstoria.”
HefeltPansystiffen.“What?But—You—”
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