the seventh

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dear lover, 

this letter will be really depressing. i know it because i feel that way everyday since that day. every second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year it hurts more. do you know that today makes seven hundred and thirty days since that day. 

to be more exact, it's been two years. lots of time, hun? 

the day i'm talking about, you must remember. i think you've never saw someone sobbing that loud. i remember you took me to your house and to your room and things started getting really hot and i let you in. 

it was the most magical night i've ever had. so beautiful, so perfect. 

next morning, you woke me up and said "leave." i looked at you in confusing and then you just faked a laugh and told me "do you really think that i loved you?" and then i understood what you mean. 

and i cried. 

cried more than i've ever did in my life. i felt like my whole body was being shattered. and you were the cause. 

since that day, you never saw me again. this i can tell you. but i've seen you. and i managed to find your house adress and your real name. 

i really hope you're alright harry. 

with love, your lover. 

☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓☓

so, one more letter and it's done. oh, but there will be a final chapter that's not a letter. 

i hope you like it xx 

and i'm also dedicating this to nyctophilic because she's awesome! 

i love you xxx 

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