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chapter nine
LETTERS

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Ediths letters to Fred while in Romania

First letter

Dear Fred,

where to even begin?

I'm sorry. I was an idiot.

I want to come home.

I miss you.

I love you.

Please forgive me.

Love,

Edith.

*:・゚✧*:・゚

Second letter

Dear Fred,

it's now been a while since I made the decision to leave London, and I've still not gained the courage to actually send these letters to you. I guess they've become more of a way for me to justify my own feelings to myself than to actually tell you. I also think I wouldn't be able to actually say these things knowing you'll read them word for word. I don't think I'm ready. Not yet anyway.

How are you?

Maybe it's stupid of me to even ask, maybe it's not in my place to do so. Maybe you hate me. Godric knows I do. I haven't been able to forgive myself for what I did, and I keep replaying our last conversation in my head as if it were a movie scene. You telling me you love me, and me not saying it back. Me saying I'm leaving, and you begging me to stay. I haven't been able to get the picture out of my head. The tears. The heartbreak. It's all because of me. Because of my incompetence to admit my feelings and my fear of being alone. It's all just so. . . unnecessary. I've come to realize that now. "Distance makes the heart grow fonder" and all that.

Anyway, I'm really sorry. I can't say it enough times. I just hope you know I am, and that one day, you'll find it in your heart to forgive me.

Love,

Edith.

*:・゚✧*:・゚

Third letter

Dear Fred,

I don't know what to say, except I was a massive jerk. I should never have left to begin with.

Hope you're okay despite everything. I thought I could mend the heartbreak somewhat by distancing myself. Turns out I only made it worse.

Love,

Edith.

*:・゚✧*:・゚

Fourth letter

Dear Fred,

I really do hope you're doing okay. That you've found someone to try and mend that broken heart of yours, someone to love you in the way that I couldn't. You deserve the world, and I'm devastated that I couldn't be the one to give you that.

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