Prologue
She feels someone come up behind her. Feels their arms wrap around her waist and hug her tight. That was all it took for the tears to flow, rushing down in twin tracks on her cheeks. Her knees give out and she starts to fall. The person catches her before she hits the ground and sits with her in their lap sobbing into their shoulder. After about twenty minutes she looks up at the person, ”AlecXander.”
He cracks a small, sad smirk at her. “Hey, Lux.” More tears escape from her golden brown eyes. AlecXander pulls her closer to him, ” Hey, hey, don’t cry. You know he could never stand it when you cried.”
“But he’s not here anymore. He’s gone forever. It’s not fair. No one even knows what happened to him.”
“No, they don’t. Only you do. I don’t even know, but maybe you can change that. Write a story for the people that wanna know. Don’t keep it bottled up inside of you.”
For the first time since Hadrian had died a spark came into her eyes. She looks up at him, “Do you really think I can do it?” He smirks down at her, “I know you can do it. You are a know-it-all, after all.”
She lays her head back down on his shoulder, thinking. They stay on the ground in front of Hadrian’s grave until the sun starts to rise. Lux stands up first, looking up at the sky and remembering all of the good times she had with Hadrian.
AlecXander grabs her hand, squeezing it lightly. “Make everyone understand, Lux. Don’t let them think up their own versions. Tell them the truth so they can’t deny it. He deserves for everyone to finally understand him. Hadrian might have been my rival, but he always understood me better than even my best friends. I'm just sorry to say that I never knew him that well, maybe if I did I could have helped him like he helped me. He doesn't deserve for people to just misunderstand him when someone can help them know what happened.”
She looks at him and nods. “I will.” She runs back to her dorm room, grabs her bag, and heads to the library. She finds an empty table in the back and sits down, taking out a notebook and pen. She stares down at the blank page, thoughts clouding her mind.
Then she thinks of the perfect place to begin. The moment everything had changed. The afternoon that she could never forget. She clicks her pen and began to write.
He paces through the living room in his quarters. Broken furniture and glass is scattered on the floor around him. Anger and grief warring in his head. Regret taking hold of his heart. Stupid Morteus, he thought, couldn't have waited another day before offing yourself. If you had just waited one more day, you silly little idiot, then maybe you would still be here with me. I didn't mean to hurt you, love. I was just trying to protect you from harm.
Draco Malfoy sat upon the roof of the school looking down at the ground below. So easy, all he would have to do is lean a little bit more forward and then he could be gone forever just like Morteus. He wasn't strong like him though, he was scared of not knowing what would happen when he died. Why Hadrian? He thought, Why couldn't you have been weak for once in your life? All you had to do was live, but of course that was too easy a task for you, you just had to prove everyone wrong and die. At least you did it on your own terms though instead of being murdered.
Dimitri Spayde stares at the bed right across from his. The emptiness mocking him, reminding him that his best friend was supposed to be on there instead of six feet underground dead. It felt like he had lost a brother.
