To Dean,
« I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest...
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ANNABEL WAS sitting on a bench, in front of the Black Lake, her bench, the one she would spend all her free time when she wanted to be alone, to read, write or just to think.
She loved thinking and imagining what her family could be doing when she would just be enjoying herself at Hogwarts. It was quite a shock for her entire family the day that an envelope coming from Hogwarts was delivered by their front door.
It was Annabel's birthday and this news had been welcomed like a gift for her parents and her older brother who couldn't believe they had a witch in the family.
However, for the rest of Annabel's family, such as her grandparents, aunts and uncles, it had been seen as a poisoned gift. So poisonous that they had decided to break all contact with them, disowning their children and grandchildren from everything they possessed.
"I knew I would find you here."
Annabel turned around to see Dean walking her way, the brunette pushing her legs out of the bench to let him sit down besides her. Just the way he would do when they were younger, Dean patted his thighs as Annabel smiled, putting her legs over his lap.
"What were you doing here alone? We would always come here together before."
"I was thinking."
Dean tapped on his chin as he pursed his lips in a dramatic way. "Hm... what could my dear Anna think about? School work?"
Annabel laughed, "No."
"Yeah, would've been too easy. What about... Christmas? Since it's in three weeks?"
"I was... but not when you showed up."
Dean groaned, slapping his hands on Annabel's knees before rubbing them. "Come on! Usually I always get it right!"
"I was thinking about my family." Annabel chuckled, ignoring the feeling provided by Dean's hands on her legs. "And.. you always knew what I was thinking about before because... we were always together."
Dean gulped, suddenly darting his eyes to his hands as he played with his fingers, guilt hitting him once again.
"Now.. not so much anymore." Annabel added in a whisper. "I don't know what I've done—"
"I'm sorry.." Dean interrupted before realising what Annabel had just said. "What? No, no, you haven't done anything, I promise. I miss you. I miss us."
Annabel stayed silent, her sight focused on the Black Lake, as Dean sighed in despair, grabbing her hands.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No." Annabel simply said, still not looking at him.
"Well, you should." Dean answered with a frown. "I'm an awful best friend. I mean, I—I don't even have an excuse, it jus—"
"Dean, it's okay. I have been distant too." Annabel admitted, finally looking at him in the eyes.
Dean released a long breath he had been holding and brought Annabel's hand to his face, giving them a kiss just the way he would do when they were much younger.
Then, he pulled her against him and put his head on her shoulder, his arms tight around her waist as she put her own around his neck.
