Dear Draco,
I'm sorry I haven't been writing. I've been able to pick up a pen and once in the last two days. Everything hurts.
Today Madam Pomfrey said I can't keep writing to you every day. The last two had already taken a lot of energy. They had to put me on oxygen because I haven't been able to breathe. Draco I'm scared, I don't wanna die. I never thought it would be this early. Please come and lay with me. I need you.
That was supposed to get sent but I guess it never did. I think I passed out after the last part. Hagrid said he will write for me now so if it looks sloppy. It's Hagrids writing.
Do you think you could bring my cat for me. I miss her and I need her with me, and you too of course. Sometimes when you're not here I cry. In pain all the time now. And I can't do anything about it. It just hurts. Why did I have to be the one to get the blood curse. Why didn't my mom have to get it. Not even 17 and I'm already dying. Please bring me more books. You may have to read them for me though. I can't even pick up my water bottle. Madam Pomfrey said I don't have that long. Hagrid's tearing up now.
OK it's me writing now. I have a little bit of energy. I'm using it to write to you. Because I love you. I know I've never said that to you but I love you.
Love,
-Ophelia-
YOU ARE READING
Turning page - D.M.
FanfictionA short chain of letters- Ophelia Watson was on her death bed. She only had one person that would come to see her. Draco Malfoy. She wrote letters. To him. For him to remember her.
