Why didn't someone warn me that fanfics about H/R are totally addictive! This came to me after something Gazelle1 said about Ruth. It's very short and a little bit fluffy.
Harry came downstairs ruffled. It didn't matter. It was Christmas day and he had no one to be presentable for. He headed to turn on the kettle but was distracted by something lying on the mat by the door. It was a Christmas card. Hand delivered.
He opened the envelope.
The card was handmade, simple and elegant.
He opened it.
He read it.
To Harry,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm sorry for doubting you.
I'm sorry for blaming you.
I'm sorry for denying you.
I'm sorry for never telling you how much I love you.
Please forgive me?
Ruth x
Harry made for the stairs.
He made to shave.
He made to shower.
He made to look presentable.
He made to Ruth.
He made to make his life.