if it keeps on raining, levee is going to break

when the levee breaks I'll have no place to stay.

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Yes, Sam?

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You're alive. As in, the love of my life is alive and I've been killing myself over how to continue the life without you while you were away in France. And you're alive. And I'm just supposed to come to London, like that's the most normal thing, and see you like nothing has changed, like you've been alive all this time that I thought you were dead. Because you're alive.

Well... Yeah.

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Fair enough, of course you'd talk about dick. Nympho. Your parents sent funeral invitation to my parents; I chose not to come for my sake - I would've had a break down. Oh Merlin, I think I'm having one now. This isn't normal, how casually I'm taking this. This can't be real, I can't be right. Tell me a name, a female name we chose. Where's the ring? Have you be getting my letters all along? Why wouldn't you answer, if this is really you? I don't, I can't..

Oh did they? Hm, they didn't tell me that. Anyways, a female name? Like, a name we would give to our daughter? You've always liked Aurora, but we agreed that it would be Pandora. The ring is on my finger? And well, France is a quite annoying place and people from the clynics wouldn't let me, neither would my parents, so I just couldn't reply, even though I wanted to. Just don't have a heart attack like James almost did.

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I, drama queen? Is this a bodyswap movie scene or counter-day or? I bet he’d secretly want me to go to grave with him, not that I’d mind. And what do you know about the flat? Of course I didn’t sell it; no one would have enough money to meet my requests anyway. This whole letter is not funny, and that joke is lame. Why the fuck am I talking to whomever this is? This is James, isn’t it? I’m going to unhook your head off of your shoulders, I swear I fucking will.

Scorp... Scorpie... Scorpius, love? My person? If I were James how would I know how long your dick is? I'm not dead? If I were dead, then I think you would've gone to my funeral. Remember how that didn't happen? Because there was no one to burry, ha. What do I have to say to make you believe me? Do I have to talk about the colours of our flat's walls? Or should I talk about the amount of shirts you owe me because you ripped them? Scorp, it's even my handwriting.

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I have a hunch that I'm bugging your parents with the constant owling, but it's not like I was planning to stop anytime soon anyway. So, guess what? I left the school. It became pointless without you. I won't lie; I tried moving on, I tried dating, giving up, but none of it made sense. You promised me that we'd have a future; why did you promise? Now I can't let go of the idea. There has to be someone, something that can bring you back, I don't care at what cost. Fuck, I love you, to death.

Always such a drama queen, Scorp. If I was actually dead, I wouldn't want you to drop school because of me. Considering that I'm not, just make sure you're not as surprised as you probably are right now while reading this letter and meet me tomorrow in London. That pub near our flat? Is it our flat yet or did you sell it already? Please don't tell me you did. And hey, if you give me a car this might be the cost of me going back to you. Haha, just kidding. Too soon? I love you. 

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Novacane for the pain {Scorpal}

He pushes open the bar’s doors. It’s silent, it’s empty – of course it is, it’s only Monday and it’s not even past six pm and he’s already there, drowning on his feelings, drowning on his madness he so stupidly thinks can be washed away with alcohol. The girl who works on the bar doesn’t bother asking anymore, she just pours. And he watches as the liquid fills the drink, wonders if pain fills his insides the same way and if it stings because it’s just as burning as alcohol.

The doors open and close and Scorpius doesn’t look up. He downs his shot instead, gripping to the glass with a strength he knows is exaggerated but he’s not sure that he can do it any other way. He’s all emotions lately, driven by his impulses and whatever he thinks might calm down the pain. Nothing works. Nothing ever works.

“Another.” He pleads, because pleading for alcohol is the only thing that he still knows how to do, because his drink is the only thing he’s certain that will come.

“Maybe you should tone down a bit.” A voice says and Scorp scoffs; he can’t remember last time someone told him to stop.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He asks and he doesn’t look up at first, he needs his drink and he needs to drown the pain before it comes in a wave that is way too big.

A hand reaches to his face and Scorp’s first instinct is to pull back. But the fingers are too gentle, the palm too warm and comfortable and familiar he starts to lean against the touch before the same gentle fingers turn his head to the side a bit. And there it is.

Blue. His blue. His Al. 

N/A: Hm, ok, so I was thinking and well, I can't bring Albus back during TMR time, but nothing says I can't bring him back on the future, right? And Sam also did it with that drabble that I am oh so tempted to say is canon, so here it is. We always said they were endgame - and I'm keeping my word to that. I'm sorry. 

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