Dear Louis,
I think I'm doing just fine, I guess. Everybody helps me with everything.
Harry treats me as if I'm some precious, fragile doll. He doesn't leave me alone for most of the time as he's scared that I'm going to pull up something like that day to kill myself but, I won't. I have learnt my lesson. I'm not going to do it ever again. Even if my life is painful, I'll continue because you wanted me to be happy.
Also, I might be getting a tattoo. Guess what it's going to be?
Yours Truly,
Freya.
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FanfictionHe will never receive her letters, he's way too far. She keeps her sadness to herself as she thinks no one would ever understand her better than those blank pieces of paper. (#781 in Fanfiction on 26/06/2016) All rights reserved. © DirectionerRia17
