What is the point of doing anything if it could all just change in one night?
I have cried so much in one day that I wonder how it keeps happening. Surely, I must be dehydrated. Wiggy got so upset that I was so upset, I just gave him the day off. He has better things to do than babysit a girl who doesn't even belong here. I must remember to leave him a gift before I go.
I was pregnant. I had wanted that for so long. I'd literally dreamt about having a baby with Draco since we were barely even dating. I lived a life where my baby was inside of me, and I didn't even know - and now...I'm here and I'm empty. What a terrible odd thing.
Draco doesn't even know I'm gone. He is still happy with me. Our lives are perfect. It's something that gives me both relief and the worst type of gut wrenching pain ever. I miss him so much and he doesn't even know that I'm lost here.
But....it has made me stop wishing that he would displace. I don't want the same for him. Our lives can go on and I can live in peace knowing that everyone I left is okay. I imagine this is what going to heaven would feel like, except that you know that no one mourns you because you're still there with them.
Or maybe hell.
One pretty ball and then I will try my hand at London where no one knows me either, but at least I don't know them.