Dear Harry,
Remember that cream colored sweater you owned?
Yeah, well, I found it today.
I'm moving out of my old apartment, so I had some packing to do.
As I picked up your sweater, I couldn't help but remember everything we did together.
Writing to you helped heal the wound, but as I held the sweater in my hands, the pain came rushing back to me.
I contemplated on washing it or not, but it smelled just like you, so I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I packed it with me instead.
If you want it back though, you can have it.
I have no right to keep it anyway.
Alba Stockton
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Platinum // H.S.
Fanfiction"I don't get it, Alba. Why do you write to him if you aren't going to send the letters, anyway?" In which a girl's letters to her ex boyfriend are accidentally sent.
