He wanted to fight with his fists - punching him in his gut, his arms, his face. He wanted to use his teeth, his nails; every nasty bit of fighting he never really let himself get lost in. He wanted the world to disappear in that moment, the buzzing in his ears almost like a crashing crescendo, his vision only focused on Draco, only focused on hurting him.
So when Draco had suddenly surged forward, his hands on Harry’s side and his lips against his - Harry delivered.
He scratched his nails against Draco’s skull, pulling on his hair so hard it must hurt, he bit Draco’s lip until the other boy was moaning and whimpering against him, his body shaking and falling down against his own. He grabbed and pulled and pushed against every bit of Draco’s skin he could find - dragging his nails under Draco’s shirt, clutching Draco’s arse to get him to be closer, closer, closer -
Harry wanted to fight Draco.
It was just better at moments like this, when Draco fought back.
“In my time working for the state government, my job sent me to 46 cities in eleven years. I lived in villages with eight people, rural farming communities, college towns, I was sent to every corner of Indiana. And then I came here, and I realized that this whole time, I was just wandering around everywhere just looking for you.”
Sometimes I still get these urges to contact you.
It feels like pure desperation… Like my skin is crawling and my eyes are burning and I just want you back in my life so badly….
And I don’t know why? Where these sudden urges come from?
Why do I still do this, even after all this time?!
It’s like I'm getting out, I'm almost clear…. and then suddenly I feel like I would do absolutely anything just to have you back in my life again.
Even for a single moment…. Just to see you, talk to you - ANYTHING!
It’s like I don’t WANT to be out, I still want to be in love with you because in my mind, loving you equates to happiness and I just want that back… just for one second.
But I have to remind myself it’s not healthy.
Loving you is not like it used to be - it's not real anymore.
It’s not happy, it’s not positive…. and it’s gone and I can’t go back.
All I can do is put the phone down, blink back the tears … and keep moving forward.
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