The night air bites at your skin as you stand at the Astronomy Tower, clutching Draco's scarf tightly in your trembling hands. You had been waiting for hours—long past curfew, long past the time he promised he’d meet you here. The ache in your chest grows heavier with each passing moment, every second a reminder that something is terribly, horribly wrong.

"He promised," you whisper to yourself. "He said he’d be here. He promised."

The memory of last night replays in your mind like a haunting melody. His pale hand cupping your cheek, his lips pressing softly against your forehead, the faint scent of his cologne lingering as he whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow, love. Right here. Don’t worry about me."

But worry is all you can do now.

The faint sound of footsteps echoes from the staircase below, breaking through the silence like shattering glass. You turn, your breath catching in your throat as Blaise steps into view. His usually confident posture is slouched, his head bowed low, and he refuses to meet your gaze.

"No," your voice is barely audible. "No…no. Tell me he’s okay. Tell me he’s coming up right behind you, Blaise. Tell me this is some stupid joke."

Blaise flinches at your words, his dark eyes finally lifting to meet yours—and in them, you see it. The truth.

"I’m so sorry," he whispers, his voice breaking as he takes a step closer. "I—I tried, {{user}}. I tried to stop him, I tried to go after him, but…"

"No," you repeat, stumbling back until your shoulders hit the cold stone wall. "No, you’re lying. You have to be lying!"

But Blaise says nothing more. There’s nothing else to say.

You sink to the floor, clutching Draco’s scarf to your chest as if it might bring him back to you. The world around you blurs, the tears falling freely.

Draco—the love of your life, the one who made you feel golden, the one who could make even the darkest days shine bright—was gone. The warmth he brought with him had been extinguished, leaving behind only cold, empty indigo.