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"a letter has arrived for you, ms. black," a man in a black suit says to her. he reaches out his hand with the letter in it and bellatrix snatches it out harshly.
"and who might i ask it's from?" she snarls.
he looks at her for a moment, a flash of sadness appearing on his face. bellatrix studies his expression when suddenly her heart drops.
"you may leave," she whispers, a lump forming in her throat. after the first war, you had disappeared into thin air. having not been seen for years. for all bellatrix knew, you were dead. every letter she would receive would get her hopes up, thinking maybe one day one of them might be from you. when she would find out a letter wasn't from you or wasn't telling of your location, she would tear it to shreds in absolute rage. don't you miss her? why hadn't you come to find her? she would often stay up at odd hours of the night simply thinking of you and of all the beautiful times you both shared together, for she is deeply and utterly in love with you.
her hands shake as she uses her dagger to open it. she inhales deeply before pulling out and unfolding the parchment.
her hand practically slaps her mouth and tears form in her eyes as she reads over the delicate handwriting, your handwriting:
my beloved bellatrix, oh, how long it's been. years since i've seen your face, held your hands, planted kisses on those beautiful lips of yours. i hope you haven't forgotten about me, as there hasn't been a day that's passed that i haven't thought of you. i yearn to apologize to you, but i'd prefer it if we could do it in person. i need to see you again so i can explain everything to you. for now, though, i am deeply sorry, my love. please, if you will, come to my home where we can chat over tea. 10pm, June 24th. your's truly, y/n
tears fall onto bellatrix's cheeks as she reads over, and over, and over your words just to make sure she read them correctly. anger begins to fill up her body. how could you leave her in the dust for so long? how could you try to come back into her life after doing just that? her heart is broken, and she plans on making sure you know that.
~.~
11pm rolls around and you come to the conclusion that bellatrix isn't coming. your heart aches in your chest, of course she wouldn't come. she couldn't possibly care an ounce about you after this long. you turn the tea kettle off and begin making yourself comfortable in your living room on your couch, grabbing a book from your side table. after getting engrossed in the pages for a while, you look at the time that now reads 12am. you furrow your eyebrows at the thought of never being able to see your lover again, and a gentle tear glides down your cheek. quickly you rush to wipe it and inhale deeply, swallowing a lump that has formed in your throat.
