Dear Harry,
I'm so tired. But not tired as in I need to sleep. No.
Tired as in tired of living. I hate this. Everyday it gets harder to even get out of bed. I just want to lay there until I die, but still I get up everyday and go to school; the place I know will be absolute hell for me. Not a day goes by that Ginny and her friends doesn't make fun of me or beat me up. I'm tired of that too. If I was actually brave I would stand up for myself, but I'm not. I've never been.
Please, please Harry save me. I need you to save me. I just need you to do something, something that'll make me find the strength to keep going. I need to keep going until I've seen you. I just want to see you once. Just once.
Love, Florence.
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Dear Harry
FanfictionIn which a lonely girl writes letters to the boy she loves, the boy who doesn't even know she exist; to Harry Styles.
