The Ice Queen [s.b.]

The Ball, But Much Worse This Time - 40

Dear Annalee,

Words may not describe my hatred for you.

I hate your stupid hair and your stupid smile and your stupid face.

Please choke,

Sirius

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Dear Sirius,

My friends are all telling me I have a crush on you. (Please heed my words when I say that I don't but I do think that it's of note.) In order to assure you that I don't (as I know that they are bound to meddle), I will be listing the things that I hate about you:

Your laugh/smile

Your friends

Your pranks

Your family

Your hair

Your body

Yo̶u̶r̶ c̶h̶e̶e̶k̶b̶o̶n̶e̶s̶

In your words: Please choke and die in a hole. (I added my own little spin, of course. You are stupid.)

Absolutely no love at all,

Annalee

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Dear Annalee,

I think I have a crush on you. Fuck.

Sirius

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Sirius,

Me too. Goddammit. Meet me at the quidditch pitch tomorrow at 11 pm.

Annalee

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Dear Annalee,

I think I love you. I love the way you laugh and I love the way you smile. I love your hair and your face.

Oh, the character development.

But really, I can't even describe this love. I'll try, though.

I love your touch and I love our trope and our romance and the way you are and the way you walk and the way you kiss and your eyes and I just love you so fucking much.

Love,

Sirius

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Dear Sirius,

I love you too. Always. So much time has passed, y'know? It's freaking me out. I guess I thought we'd always be young but now we're not and things are changing and it suddenly doesn't feel like time is stopping for us anymore.

Love always,

Annalee

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Dear Annalee,

I miss you, m'love.

Why did you leave?

Sirius

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Sirius,