Dear Harry,
No one's going to care about my death.
Dad will barely notice I'm gone.
Ginny is going to be happy.
You won't ever know who I was.
My death won't affect anyone. Not a single person will give a shit if I die or stay here living in an empty shell. Because that's all I am. An empty shell.
Why am I so unsure about this? Why do I feel like this isn't what I should do when I know it would be the best if I was just gone. I'm just being silly, that must be it.
Love, Florence.
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Dear Harry
ספרות חובביםIn which a lonely girl writes letters to the boy she loves, the boy who doesn't even know she exist; to Harry Styles.
