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Seven times I found myself writing those letters. Seven times I closed my eyes to forget that I had done it.
When I close my eyes I don't feel sadness, anger, or pain. It's like a breather, a little pause before returning to reality.
How can a man's life be summed up in such a simple, everyday, even natural act?
When I close my eyes, no one is torturing me, I can't hear my mother crying, there are no incompetent children making my life impossible, I am not controlled like a puppet, I am not trapped between two sides, I have no debt to pay.
When I close my eyes I see Lily, I hear that story I loved as a child, I see a starry night in the forest, myself making potions, and lately, a beautiful young woman with brown curls.
Warnings:
β’ English is not my first language. I apologize for any possible errors.
β’ This fanfic is based on the Harry Potter universe, whose characters are the property of JK Rowling.
β’ Hermione Granger is of legal age and is considered an adult from chapter four (inclusive) onwards.