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chapters 134, 135

the letter


The front door opens and I listen at his boots thud down the small hallway. When he opens the bedroom door my heart breaks for the thousandth time. His eyes are swollen and bloodshot. He doesn't say anything, instead he walks over and places a small object in my hand. Paper?

I look up at him as he closes my fist around the folded up paper.

"Read it before you make up your mind." He requests.

I open my hand as he places a swift kiss on my temple and leaves the room.

When I unfold the paper my eyes widen in suprise. The entirety of the sheet is covering with black scribbles, both front and back. I immediately recognize Harry's handwriting and examine the page. It's a letter, a hand written letter from Harry. I am almost afaraid to read it but I know that I must.


Tess,

since I am not good with words, I may have stolen some from Darcy whom you fancy so much.

I write without any intention of paining you, or humbling myself, by dwelling on whishes which, for the happiness of both, cannot be too soon forgotten: and the effort which the formation and the perusal of this letter must occasion, should have been spared had not my character required it to be written and read. You must, therefore, pardon the freedom with which I demand your attention; your feelings, I know, will bestow it unwillingly, but I demand it of your justice...

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