Title: A Start
Summary: It wouldn't do to fall apart now, because once you started, could you really stop yourself?
A/N: For ldws. Thanks to sugarquill39 for looking over it, really appreciated!
All around us mothers and fathers were bidding their children farewell with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. I could feel the smile on my own face, and the tears on the verge; I did my best to keep them away. It wouldn't do to fall apart now, because once you started, could you really stop yourself?
It wasn't the end, it was really the beginning. My son was starting his education, off to learn all he could. Still, it was hard to let him go. I selfishly wanted to hang onto him forever, to keep him in my arms as long as I could. If I let him go everything would change, the tenuous relationships in our household would lose their grip. My husband would drift further away, the hours at work would increase, and soon it would be as if I married a stranger. He would look just like the man standing beside me, but become more unrecognisable as the days went by.
Scorpius seemed to be the only thing that held us together; for him we were his parents, in love, ihappy/i. Behind closed doors though, I couldn't remember the last time he'd touched me, made me feel like he did love me. The need for him to show me had diminished over the years. He stood beside me, stoic and tall. The obligatory pride on his face as his son climbed aboard the train, my arm was looped through his. I slid my hand down his arm, enfolding my fingers through his, clasping them tightly within my own. Instantly, he let them fall, pushing his hands into his pockets.
"I'm going to go into the office now, I have some things I need to do."
"It's your day off, surely they can wait till tomorrow?"
His eyes are focused on the quickly disappearing locomotive, "I'd like to get them out of the way."
Battling the urge to raise my voice, "I'd like you to come home with me, we could have lunch. Maybe spend the day together. I can hardly remember the last time we did that."
"Astoria... I can't. Maybe another time," he said softly, stepping away from me. "I'll be home for dinner."
"No," I said firmly, taking a hold of his jacket sleeve. "You can't do this to me, not today, not anymore."
"I'm not doing anything," he sighed, his eyes furtively looking at the crowd around us.
"That's the problem," I move closer to him, speaking to him softly. "Neither of us have done anything for a long time, because we haven't thought we had to. We do though Draco, this is
falling apart around us, and I'd like to stop that. I want my husband back, I want to see the man I loved again."
"Lunch isn't going to do that..."
"It's a start."