9th Letter

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I've just recovered from another anxiety attack, Ara.

I feel like I'm getting worse and worse without you. I just can't stop crying over you.

These days my eyes are always puffy with heavy bags underneath them as a result of crying myself to sleep every night.

My pillow case is soaked in tears because I refuse to cry in front of my mother.

Dr. Hastings isn't helping me and I'm just growing more and more frustrated with myself.

Ara, please come back to me!

I promise I'll fix things. I'll make it all better. I just want to hold you in my arms one last time. I want to feel your soft skin and look into those innocent big brown eyes.

You are my drug—my dangerous addiction. With you gone, I'll ache forever.

I just want you back so badly. I want to see you one last time. I want to hear your gentle voice calm me down.I want you to wrap your tiny body around me in attempt to keep me together because if feels like I'm falling apart.

I need you, Arabella.
I just really fucking need you.

 Forever and always,

- Your Harry

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