February 27, 2067
Dear H,
It's so quiet without you. It also feels like winter and you know how much I hate winter. I also hate how I look. I have so many scars. I huge one runs down my leg from the side of my breast. I don't remember where it came from but I guess it's when I hid. Why does this sound so sad? It's supposed to be a birthday card. I don't know what say, H. I really miss you that's all. You stupid twat, you left me. And you said you'd comeback, that you were going to "take care of something" but you didn't. That was exactly two years ago. Two fucking years and I still love you. I love you so much. Fuck you. I know you're going to comeback. Please comeback.
Amilia
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Blood
FanfictionIn a world where they're silently judged without knowing and ranked without sense, Amilia finds out before anyone else and she's determined to make things right. Harry is the opposite, quite a supporter, that's what he is. He'll do anything to main...
