The whole morning after yesterday night I didn't see him.. not while having breakfast with my parents...not while strolling through the library... and even not while I passed by his room for the umpteenth time.
The door was locked from inside, and so was every single windows.
As if, he just wanted to cut off all the points of interaction with the world...as if... he just wanted the loneliness to engulf him.
And that just increased my guilt to a point where I can no longer bear it. Our conversation from the night kept replaying in my head ...and I just wanted to go to him and tell him how terrible I feel about the way I reacted.
I shouldn't have.
But.. I just... couldn't control myself.
After being completely devastated, I gave up and knocked on his door when it was around 2 of afternoon...
But there was just a hanging silence .
I knocked again, this time I was going to call him..
...but that wasn't required.
- ' This is not a good time to talk, Primrose. You can leave. '
His voice came from inside, and I felt like every words slitted straight through my skin. His voice sounded so rough....
So he does know it's me.
But I don't know what to do now. How can I keep standing here, knocking on the door when clearly he doesn't want to talk!?
The hell I did!
- ' You do realize you messed up pretty badly, right? Especially when he...he's just been through a lot. The least you could do was to behave a bit nicely. '
I sighed and ruffled my hair, frustration taking over me
- ' I know Soph! I just... I... ughhhh... just tell me what to do now! '
I heard a chuckle from the other side of the telephone
- ' You're going through an argumentative phase of life! '
- ' I'm so not in the mood for your jokes, Green! '
- ' Ah yeah...but you tell me, how am I supposed to know what to do when I haven't even met him once?! You should know what to do! '
- ' I just don't know! I would apologize for a hundred times..but for that he needs to open that goddamn door! How am I supposed to tell him I'm sorry for the way I behaved if he just shuts me out? '
There was a moment of silence before I heard Sophia giggling
- ' You don't need a open door to tell him you're sorry! I know what exactly you need to do now! '
It was around 4 when I again knocked on our guest room's door , sighing to myself as no answer came from the other side.
- ' Draco... '
I didn't mean to whisper..but his name came out as a whisper. Clearing my throat, I stabled myself to speak again
- ' Draco I know you don't want to talk ... and I really don't want to intervene. I...do realize that your behavior is..quite natural after what happened...but... I...I just.... I have so much to tell you..and I.... I just don't know what to do. So I'm just leaving a letter under the door. I tried to sum up whatever was on my mind...but... I don't know how it came out. It's okay if you don't want to read but... I just can't sit here and watch you shut yourself out while starving. Apart from the letter, I'm leaving some food here too. If not the letter , then atleast please..eat something. You haven't eaten anything at all from the morning and that just... I... I can't take it. This is becoming too much to bear. '
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. I looked down at the letter in my hand and the tray of packed food.
- ' It's my fault Draco...all of it. Please don't punish yourself for it. '
I bent down and put the tray down on the floor while sliding the letter halfway from the gap between the door and the floor.
- ' I'm leaving...it's okay...you don't have to see me. Just...know that... I'm terribly sorry for the way I behaved. '
Glancing at the closed door for the last time, I got up
- ' I'm sorry Draco. I'm...really sorry. '
I turned back, leaving it all behind..but throughout the walk, I kept looking back..if he opened the door..if he accepted the apology...or atleast the food?
When I was about to turn towards the staircase a slight sound caught my ears, and immediately my eyes travelled back towards the door.
The tray was still there, untouched.
And the door was tightly closed.
But the letter...
That wasn't there anymore. It somehow made through that gap and travelled to the other side of the door.
After being cold for throughout the day , looks like Primrose's efforts somehow partially melted a certain platinum blonde!
Let's see how he'll react in the next chapter.
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Fanfiction- ' And who you might be, platinum hair? ' The boy turned back furiously at Ash , who was still slightly smiling with all the incidents that took place a few moments before... ...and that's the first time I saw him properly , face to face. Almost...
