Draco Malfoy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _dm) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} veritaserum_rp, |
"This is why we don't work!" Suddenly his eyes were frightening and dark. "This is why we aren't together, okay? Because we are not compatible." His words flew out in articulate and hurtful syllables. "Yes, I put you through a lot, and I'm sorry. I was sorry each time, and I'm still sorry. But I guess I needed to be with someone who wasn't so invested in me, then! Someone who didn't need so much from me back. Because you needed me to be strong. Even when everything was happening, you needed to be exempt from everything bad I was feeling. I took some of my anger out on you, around you, because you were so close to me. And you thought that if I loved you more, that that wouldn't happen. But I could have not reacted in any other way than I did, back then." Draco's eyes flickered over the memory of his father, his lineage, his alliances.
"You wanted everything to be like a fairy tail. You thought you could change me, but you can't change people Parvati. It seems like you've learned that," he acknowledged her statement, about him needing to learn things on his own. "You thought that if I loved you enough, I could just give up those artifacts. It wasn't and isn't so simple. Even if it's bad, I can't do it." Not yet, at least. "I understand where you were coming from, but--"
He stopped himself.
"There's no reason for us to fight. The point is, I couldn't be who you needed me to be, and you're with someone who can give you what you want." He exhaled. "I don't want to fight you. I never want to fight with you. I'm sorry. You should go home, though." He ran a hand through his hair. "Go home, Parvati."