Draco looked unfocused into the waterfall beside him, the sheet of crystalline water that splashed and poured from the cliff above. "It’s been almost eight fucking years.  Eight.  " he divulged, his voice was a deadly whisper, devoid of emotion. If he let himself show any emotion, it was going to all pour out. Years of shoving things into a closet, through cracks and crevices. He was not going to open that door.  