Letter 3。✧*.。✰───

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Transfiguration was not easy,she knew that but it was going to be this difficult made her feel hopeless.

"My eyes, they hurt!" She exclaimed making her friend nod at her and massage her neck.

"I know, Frank was complaining about this only. Sometimes I feel like you guys are related or what." She sighed taking her hands off.

"Alice, You know I would have loved to have him as my sibling but not being that doesn't bother us." She spoke and started whistling a tune she had heard a few days ago.

"I Know, you guys behave like that without being related." Alice chuckled swinging an arm over her friends shoulder.

"Look the girls are there let's go, shall we?" Alice asked though not bothering to hear the answer while dragging her friend.

"Eleanor!"
"Alice!"

The girls were near the black lake again. Eleanor 's eyes automatically looked in the direction of the tree of life.

No letters, she thought.

"Oh, well "She muttered making her friend, Marlene look at her.

"There is something bothering you." It wasn't a question rather a statement. It was true though.

The person has not left anything for two weeks now or maybe they had and someone else has picked them up.

"It's transfiguration." She spoke sighing to make Marlene believe it.

Marlene nodded agreeing that the subject was killing them more than even History of Magic could and it was the most hated subject.

Eleanor excused herself while walking towards the tree.

Her eyes roamed here and there. She felt like she was invading someone's privacy, though it was not true.

She sat near the tree her head against the tree. She closed her eyes and started humming a tune.

It was a muggle song.

" Wearing white as you're walkin'
Down the street of my soul "

Something then fell on her face. She sat up abruptly.

It was a letter.

Oh! It was tugged on the tree. Damn that person is getting better at hiding their letter. She blinked her eyes as she stared at the letter.

Hey!

Well, here I am to bother you by writing another of my troublesome letter.

May we indeed never meet. You will laugh at me for sure.

I can't bear if someone laughs at my beautiful face and embarasses me. It's obnoxious.

Ok.

So, these past two weeks were hell of a ride. I have been a bother to one of my close friends -

There was a mark on the paper as if the person has cried while writing this.

They were angry with me though it was my own fault. It's been days since we have talked.

I feel like I am being suffocated living like this.

My family isn't helping much. From the start I have been a bother to them.

They show me, every fucking time, that I am different from them.

Another mark here.

Well, now that I think, I never bother to ask about you. Don't think I am being rude, it's just that I don't want to start another connection.

Just be my listener that only.

Will you do that?

I know it's too much like to ask that knowing we are literally strangers.

Also who knows whether you are even reading this or someone else.

Well if you are not the usual one. Hello there please be happy to read this shitty tale of mine.

We don't even place our believes in our known ones rather to believe unknown.

Still,can you?

Plus,plus you get juicy details !

She chuckled reading the line again. This person was funny, or maybe her humour was just well we don't have words.

Well, nice writing!

Just so you know I just patted my own head, embarassing I know. But, it makes me feel loved.

Enough!

Goodbye, maybe you will find a letter next time or someone else will.

Also, please don't try to find who wrote this. That is me.

~Someone who will never meet you !

P.s.~ Did you have a good day?

She blinked reading the second last sentence.

" Well, if that person is so adamant on me not finding them. So be it, I will not bother." Eleanor whispered.

"Also, I did have a great day today." She said making her friends look at her and she just sweetly smiled towards them thinking why she just said it loud.

"Damn, these letters !"

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