game over ✧ d.m

Prologue: Cavatina

Dear Draco Malfoy:

I miss you. I'm not going to deny it. I miss your gray eyes that shine under the green flames in our common room. I miss how we used to stay up late at night to lecture me. I miss your touch. I miss you.

(Y/n) Lestrange.

(Y/n) shook her head many times, trying not to cry. Taking the letter, she folded it and shoved it into her pocket. Drying her tears, she took the quill again and carefully dipped it in the ink.

Dear Draco Malfoy:

I can feel the touch of your hair in my fingertips by thinking about it.

(Y/n) Lestrange.

Realizing what she just wrote, she hid the letter again in her pocket. She didn't want to make a mess.

Dear Draco Malfoy:

If only you knew what I feel about you.

(Y/n) Lestrange.

Repeating the process, she shoved it in her cardigan's pocket.

Dear Draco Malfoy:

I love you.

(Y/n) Lestrange.

Not being capable of controlling her feelings, her (e/c) eyes started to well up. She wished she could tell -show- how much she appreciated him, but at the end, she always thought, the love wasn't mutual. That's how she's been wasting time after the incident, thinking about him.

Dear Draco Malfoy:

I hope you are doing alright. I apologize for taking your broom without your permission, but there's nothing to be worried about, because I got you a new one.

(Y/n) Lestrange.

This time, she sealed it and waited the package and the letter to be delivered.