It was always this way; Draco shouting in the silence, but never managing to open his mouth. Never able to say sorry in body or voice. But shouting nonetheless in the silence that had settled between them, trying to explain what he could never explain. Honesty was hard for men who lived only in lies, but impossible for boys who died in lies.
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My favorite part. :)
This is so very dark and lovely, great work!