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I used to have food all ready for him when he got home, and the bed was always stinking of his lust. He saw other women occasionally. I didn't care. He had stolen everything. You, my parents, my mind. The only thing left was my heart. He wasn't cruel, but he didn't wholly love me either.
I used to daydream that you would come save me. Yeah, right. You were dating Harry and I was just good old Hermione. Ron's devoted wife. He never hurt me, but he knew how I felt about you. He lied to my parents, saying that life was great and that we were happily in love. They believed you because I mean, who would want to believe that their only daughter is a lesbian and is in love with her husband's sister?
So I crawl by. Day by day. And time slips so that my brown hair is grey with almost white flecks. Yours is still faintly red. You look so beautiful as you lie there, the black wood and white satin suits you perfectly.
I wanted to go first, be waiting there for you where there were no secrets. But you went first anyway. But I am old, and my heart is not well, so perhaps, one day soon, I will be realeased, and will meet you where we can be together for eternity.
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