Dear Louis,
I didn't go to work today. It's raining heavily and almost all the roads are blocked. I don't feel like doing anything.
Harry is staying here with me, he makes life bearable. We cooked together and settled on watching a romantic-comedy while eating. Everything in the movie-the cute couple, their smiles, their love and their belief that they are forever reminded me of you, of us and I broke down again. The surprising thing is Harry hasn't lost his patience with me yet. He's still willing to help me and I don't know why. By, now, everybody must be sick of me. I'm just the depressed woman who does nothing but, cries and is a burden on others. I told him that no matter how hard he tries, I'll never get better. Never. He took hold of my hands and said I just got to believe that I will be better.
Harry is desperately trying to help me and but, I can't seem to help myself. I'm a mess.
I can't save myself, Harry can't too. It's just you.
Yours Truly,
Freya.
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