You were so real. SO perfect. I was so…fake. I could never say what I was. I can imagine why you got angry, all the lies, all the extended lies. I told you I had fought against the Death Eaters. You told me you kept me from being real. You were right. All the exaggerations…I'm sorry. I used to be optimistic, I stopped after you stopped talking to me. I cannot describe this any better. I was killed when you stopped talking. You hurt me. I hurt back. The sun still sets over my tea party, I'm alone, with my hallucinations. I miss you.