ESCAPE
"Everyone believes in love, whether they want to or not, whether they know it or not. The fact remains that everyone believes in love. The hopeless romantic inside of each and every one of us believes in the fairy tale kind of love. The love with the prince and the princess and the white horse or even the modern day fairy tales which you read in books or see in Muggle movies.
That kind of love may be 'true love', but it isn't real. In real life, love is harsh. Love hurts. The whole 'one true love' thing is real, but not in the way it's portrayed. In your entire life there will only be one person that you can wholly, truly, unconditionally love. Love depends entirely on luck. If you're lucky enough, your one true love will stay, but if they leave, they're forever gone and you will wake up every morning feeling empty inside. Love is the emotion that can make you feel this way. The only emotion that can never be controlled. The wounds of the heart never heal, no matter what they say.
You were my one true love. But, you were never, ever even slightly on the verge of thinking of loving me. You love me like a sister, sure, but not someone who you can be with. I am just your fiancé's little sister. The different Weasley. The artsy, creative, cunning Slytherin girl who would do whatever it takes to get what she wants. I love my sister and, Merlin knows, I love you, so I'm honestly happy that you're happy. I just can't be around this happiness without feeling hurt. I'm not trying to make you feel guilty or anything but, why couldn't you be happy with me?
Merlin, I sound so self-absorbed right now! Love has reduced me to a stupid, blubbering mess. I just love you so much. I love everything about you. You're sweet, smart, funny, brave and loyal. You have a quick temper, you're sarcastic and you would do perfectly well in all Houses except for Slytherin because you wouldn't be caught dead doing something underhanded.
I'm not miserable or anything, I just feel trapped. I need to escape it all. I'll be long gone before you get this, so don't bother trying to find me. Don't ever forget the fact that it's not your fault. I will always love you, Teddy Remus Lupin"
She took a deep breath as a few more tears escaped her. She tied the letter to her owl's leg and sent Nyx on her way. She took her suitcase in one hand and pressed a finger of the other to the Portkey just as it began to burn blue. Where did it take her, you ask? She could be in Bali, Thailand or Timbuktu for all anyone knows.