𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂- 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅.
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The weeks turned into days as the fateful first day of September inched nearer and nearer.
I sat counting down the days until I was going to be seeing my friends again.
The sound of yelling and cases being strolled down the hall filled up the usual soundless house.
I was so ecstatic to finally go back to London and finally sleep in my old room again.
"Mum I'm feeling very clinomanic at the moment" I say with a yawn.
"Well that's too bad Blythe, we have to get a move on if we want to get back on time" she replies.
I roll my eyes and flop back on my bed letting out a sharp sigh.
The sky was glaucous as I pack the last of my cases into the limo.
The grand manor glared heavily at me as I stare at its ominous fixture.
The green nicely manicured lawn clashed against the dark stoned house making it look hauntingly welcoming.
I was cradling Leonie in my arms, stroking her fur lightly as I stand on the gravel curb waiting for my parents to say their third goodbye after they said we were leaving twenty-five minutes ago.
The breeze sent a cool chill down my spine as the pine trees sway lazily.
My breath was cold against the air as I crunch leaves under my shoe.
The temperature was starting to drop and before you know it would be fall.
The beautiful evergreen trees that gave a new life into the dim sky and the orange leaves that flew off of trees raining a sea of colors onto the sky.
It was a long drive back to London as the sky went from it's usual bland blue to it's nightly look of inky black.
Nine hours later we had finally made it back home and I was exhausted from sitting in the car all day.
"Um, Blythe aren't you gonna get your things?" Apollo questions, giving me a puzzling look.
"Yeah, yeah" I mumble, waving him off before opening up the front door and climbing the large staircase up to the third floor.
Once I make contact with my bed I pass out almost instantly greeting unconsciousness as an old friend.
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Hermione and Ron had both finally returned back to London after their trips abroad.
Hermione sent me three letters recounting her summer adventure in France while Ron set me one.
I sit on the edge of my bed re-reading over the last letter Harry sent me.
"Mum!" I yell.
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𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | h.j potter
Fanfiction{REWRITING/UPDATING} This was bigger. Bigger than our love. Bigger than the two of us. This was the end of our friendship. After all we've been through together. What ended it all was just a summer. One summer ended our entire friendship permanently...
