A/N: The story will pick up in a few more chapters, I promise x
Dear Stranger
I know you aren't Harry. There's absoluetly no way he could have gotten my letter let alone responded. It's not that I can't believe but rather I simply don't. Good things like that don't happen to people like me. But I guess there is no harm in telling you a bit about me.... so whoever you are, here's a little about my life. I live in New york city. It's supposed to the be this amazing city but I fail to see the beauty in it. I watch it from my balcony every morning before work, I watch the people moving, the sun rising, the birds flying....but it seems so utterly empty. I feel empty. I've lived in the same apartment for 3 years after leaving home but nothing's changed. I'm still crummy, old, me. Nothing to offer life. Could you tell me about you're life? Entertain me with some story? I'm quite alone here and I like to read. Oh wait, I'm supposed to be telling you about me. Alright well I have a friend. Her name is Willow, she keeps me sane at times but I think I've already lost my marbles. I mean I've set a date to die and tried to send a letter to a man I don't even know. Yes, I've definitly gone silly haven't I? I guess that's alright, it won't matter by the end of December. So Stranger, why have you decided to respond to me? Was my letter so utterly pitiful you felt the need to answer my plea? I'd love to know before I die.
Good day (may it be much better than mine)
-Luna
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