"Can't you just tell me?"

"No!" I shouted, getting up from the bed, "because there's nothing to tell," I added, saving myself. It had been several days since I was supposed to have my interview. They didn't know that I never made it to the actual interview and my task was killing me. Although Michael instantly noticed something was wrong as I was acting distant, so it will make it easier to, well, break up with him. 

I couldn't stand the thought, it made me feel ill. I just learnt how to love him, we were finally getting our chance, this was our time. Morana did say she was starting off easy but I cannot live without Michael, and I am certain that if I do break up with him, he'll want nothing to do with me. Just like she wants.

I had taken off my bracelet beforehand, so he didn't know I was lying. 

"Davina, I know something is bothering you," he pleaded, and he got off the bed also and walked over to me. He cupped my face and I looked down, ready to sob. "Please tell me, so I can help you, so you can be happy. I can't stand seeing you like this." I began crying now, not being able to hold it in. 

If seeing me sad and quiet caused him to react like this, then I don't want to imagine how he will react when I have to end us. I briefly saw the dull blue emanating from his bracelet. 

"Please, Michael. I don't have anything to say, just please don't ask me, don't make me talk, just- just, please," I sobbed. He wiped the tears as they fell and he kissed my forehead bringing me into him. I knew it broke him to see me cry, but I couldn't help it. I felt so hopeless. I'm already falling apart and this was the easy task she has for me. How weak. Morana's right I am pathetic. 

"Shh, Davina, it's alright, I won't ask, I won't. I promise." He held me tight and I just stood there crying into his chest. I stopped crying hysterically and I was exhausted. I was trying to breathe normally and he rubbed circles in my back. All I could think about was not being able to have this. Him. I can't bear it. 

He lifted me and carried me into bed. He got in next to me and was about to spoon me. 

"No no, I want to look at you," I mumbled.

"Alright," he said and we laid there, face to face. He caressed my damp cheek with his thumb, a troubled look plastered on his face. I took him in. 

My fingers ran through his soft, wavy hair. My fingers traced along his delicate yet sharp jawline, then they brushed over his soft lips. His eyes, shone in the moonlight shining through the window as he watched me touch him softly. 

My chest ached at the sight of him. Every detail about him was tailor-made for me. He fit right into place and not having him in my life... I was going to tear up again but I contained it and closed my eyes. He grabbed both my hands in his and he caressed them sending me to sleep.

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I woke up to an empty bed, I knew he had to get to work early today for a trial. Draco should still be here though, he doesn't leave for another 15 minutes or so. I dragged myself out of bed, and walked to the kitchen for coffee. Draco was already in the kitchen pouring himself a cup and then he saw me and grabbed another cup. 

"Morning," he said, dragging it on as if he wanted to talk about something. I knew that he has noticed my mood this past week, but he hasn't said anything, he's just been weary and won't leave me alone too long. 

"Morning," I groaned.

"So I ran into Michael on his way out," he said, sliding over a cup of coffee to me.

"Mhm and?" I questioned taking a sip.

"He looked distracted, worried, so I asked him if everything was okay with you and he didn't have a clear answer."

"Well what did he say?"

"He said that he thinks something is really wrong and it is somehow making you isolated from him. He said, and I quote, she feels very far away from me and I don't know how to pull her back." I wanted to spit out my coffee.

"Alright, well you don't need to worry we spoke last night."

"Then why is he saying things like that this morning if you two spoke last night. And of course I'm going to worry because I've noticed it as well. Does it have anything to do with your anxiety that something is going to happen again?" I turned away and started pacing.

"No, it's not, just leave It alone."

"No."

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling different. I've found what I want to do with my life and I'm enjoying this new freedom," here goes, it's real now, "but I think I'm not all in with Michael."

"What?!" He said, baffled, obviously not expecting those words to come out of my mouth. "Why? Is this about Mattheo, you did call Michael, Mattheo the other day."

"No," I said but rethought it, "maybe, I don't know."

"Well, if any part of you is not sure then think about it, talk to him."

"If I'm not feeling it anymore do I- do I end it?" I asked, planting the seed. 

"I don't know Davina, It's up to you. I'm not going to lie I am shocked, but if it's going to make you happy and you feel it's the right thing to do then I will support you no matter what." I went to him and hugged him. 

"Thank you, for being here."

"Always Davina. Just rest today, you don't need to walk with me. Would you like me to get you a book on the way home?" He asked walking towards the door.

"No, it's okay you don't need to get me a book."

"I'll get you a book, bye Davina."

"Bye." I sat on the couch ready to ball my eyes out at any moment. I couldn't believe it. We were so stupid to think that Morana was content with killing Mattheo. I could feel something was about to happen and I was right. Maybe it was a twin thing. 

I couldn't tell Michael, I couldn't even tell Draco that I have twin sister who is a monster. I was cursing her in my head and it was as if she could read my mind because my forearm tingled signalling her summon. I tapped my wand to the mark and casted the apparition which would take me to her. It worked the same way as Voldemort's mark but it was more charmed. 

I landed in the Riddle manor again and she stood in front of me. There were no words she just shoved herself in my mind, and I could see what she was seeing of my memories. She just played with the last week and watched over her torturing me. 

She was enjoying the memories and then she studied afterwards when I was back home. The lies I made up about my interview, my distant behaviour the last few days and last night with Michael; then this morning with Draco. She pulled out and I fell to the floor. 

"A book won't fix anything. However I am impressed on your progress. I will summon you in a weeks time to ensure you have completed what has been asked of you and then I have other tasks for you to do for me," she spoke to me like I was her lackey, like I wasn't her sister, like she hasn't been waiting for this practically ever since she found out I existed. 

She disappeared which I took as a sign that I could also leave. 

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 "Davina, talk to me," Draco said, walking into my room from where he stood against the doorframe. He had passed my room and stopped to watch me as I paced back and forth.

"There's nothing to say, I'm just thinking."

"About what? Should I be worried?" Michael joked, apparating in my room. I chuckled nervously because he should be worried. 

"I don't want to know how many times that happens," Draco said, gesturing to Michael apparating into my room. Shirtless might I add. He walked away, and I turned to Michael.

"Evening my Darling," he groaned, fatigue lacing his deep voice.

"You sound tired," I said curling next to him. I had to stop doing this. I needed to somehow get him to stay away from me. This hurt too much. 

"Long day."

"What happened," I said, moving away to face him, so it seemed like I wanted to talk. He held my hand and I let him hold it and just left my hand limp. It took every atom, every cell in me not to squeeze back. Not to hug him with force so that he was toppled over and so I could smother him with kisses. Then he would place a gentle hand around my throat to signify that I was his. It almost burnt me alive. I could smell the smoke and see the embers. Us separating will ruin me. 

"There were a number of interrogations today and I had to sit in on them and watch the strategy."

"Interrogations on who?"

"Former death eaters who the Ministry think were accessories in Voldemort's latest activities." He meant Mattheo and it felt like a perfect opportunity to use it. 

"Oh, you mean when he helped kill-"

"Yeah," he said and looked down. I took my hand in, away from him and concern swept over his features. 

"Everything alright? I thought you were fine talking about-"

"I am, I am," I said hastily, trying to be as distant as I possibly could. "I've just been thinking about him recently." I looked away, not able to face his reaction.

"You... you have?" 

"Yeah. I've been dreaming about him actually."

"Dreaming? About what?" There was a twinge of jealousy highlighted in his voice and it burned me. 

"They were more so nightmares. I don't want to talk about it. Let's sleep." I turned over and magically switched off the lamp. He came closer and spooned me and I whispered.

"I'm a bit warm actually. Sorry." My skin charred.