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"If you could erase every memory of me, would you?"
Draco takes a breath and holds it. He knows what the truth is but he's not sure he can handle saying it out loud. It would be so much easier to say he didn't care, he didn't want Harry back, he had never wanted Harry. Sitting across from him on the hard couch Draco's mother had given him when he moved in, Harry looked so soft. He's wearing a warm sweater Draco is fairly sure had been his at some point, and his favourite worn out jeans. But he also sat stiffly and still, as if any movement would change Draco's response. It was such a departure from his usual fidgeting that Draco felt the need to fidget for him. He squirmed under Harry's careful gaze.
"In a heartbeat," Draco said finally, letting out his breath.
"It wasn't worth it for you?"
"The breakup?"
"The relationship," Harry said quietly, "Me?"
Draco just shook his head, not wanting Harry to hear the wobble he knew would be in his voice if he spoke his answer.
Harry stood.
"Okay." Harry looks at Draco like he was the worst mistake he ever made, and Draco is pretty sure he's right. "Okay. I'm sorry."
He leaves quietly through the door out of Draco's small flat, and Draco hopes he never has to see him again.
A tear Draco hadn't dared to shed in front of Harry rolls down his cheek and a torrent follows it.