Denial
(The Train to Nowhere)
This drabble contains spoilers.
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He wakes up, and the air is heavier in his lungs than it has ever been. His mouth is open and he’s trying to breathe, trying to surface from whatever swamp he unknowingly stepped into in his sleep.
He feels like he’s drowning, and there’s fear – irrational, unstoppable, uncontrollable fear – crawling beneath his skin, drinking his blood and squeezing his heart.
His whole body is trembling, shaking, and if there are tears, he surely would not care to notice them now.
Tom could feel his rusted clock of life ticking again, like a bomb waiting to explode. Each second makes his heart beat with a purpose Tom had witheld from it for decades. He knows what it means. He knows and yet he denies himself this knowledge. Turns away from it, refuses to acknowledge it. Pushes it away because it cannot be.
No, he tells himself.
No, he repeats.
No, he thinks.
No, he believes.
Harry would not do this to him. Not Harry.
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