rose || h.s.

letter eight

dear rose,

robin died today. he made me promise him something the other day, but i know that i'm going to break that promise. he told me to let you go and to let myself be happy. i can't do that, though. 

i wish you could have said goodbye. he always adored you. i remember when he used to joke about us getting married. you always laughed it off, but i didn't. 

i would have married you, rose. 

always yours,

                       harry xx