Draco was the first and only man I had ever truly loved. He had consumed every part of me, filled every corner of my heart with passion and pain, so much that even now, despite everything, thinking about him brought a strange smile to my face. I couldn't deny that he still held a piece of my soul. It was maddening to be trapped in this emotional purgatory, unable to free myself from his grip, even after all he had done. I couldn't say I still loved him; love was a deep word, and using it to express what I felt for Draco would be dimming. Honestly, I couldn't explain what I felt for Draco, I knew something still lingered in me but it definitely wasn't love. There was hate, regret, and probably a little bit of compassion still left, but that would just be human compassion right? Not anything
