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letter eight

to tempest

i've been meaning to tell you something

but i only want to tell you

if you tell me what happened to your face

and i will only tell you

if you try to tell me a story about your past

you see, every time i ask you something about your family

you completely shut me off

you see, every time i try to touch you

you flinch

i wish i could make you better tempest

but how can i fix someone

when i can't even fix myself?

hope you are okay,

harry