'he's gone.' zayn had said,
his eyes cast downwards and his eyes wet.
'what?' the post master stumbled
to no one and fell in his chair with a tumble.
'he has been dead for a long time time now.' zayn informed,
hiding his face in a sleeve, torn.

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letters [l.s.] •completed•
Randomlouis sends letters to harry. but the people at the post office aren't so kind. *poem style* *sad ending* *lowercase intended (i have never done it, so i wanted to try)* ••MATURE•• --COMPLETED--