Dear boy who still cares,
As the clock strikes midnight. I find it hard to sleep. At least harder than usual. It's October Thirty-First. I don't know what else to say, I miss the parents I deserved. It's just so difficult when I hear all the other students talk about theirs and how wonderful they are. I want that. But this is the one thing I don't think is even remotely obtainable.
I'm assuming you had noticed I was especially quiet in potions yesterday and I am beyond thankful that you tried your hardest to comfort me, even from a distance. But I need you to stay away. I don't understand why you won't stay away.
If only I had just said something when you noticeably placed something in my bag as you passed by quickly. If only I had said something to catch you off guard, like sorry for your loss while you returned the gesture because of its formality. Fit conversation for the occasion and I'd simply laugh awkwardly because we didn't know them.
Harry, you will never receive any of these but I want you to know that I know how you feel, and I will always understand. Thank you for caring even if I've done nothing but hurt you.
Yours,
The grateful girl
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dear boy with the green eyes ⁂ golden trio era (UNDER EDITING/REWRITING)
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