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Letters To Your Heart
"Late at night, I whisper secrets about what we could have been to the phantom you chose to be"
~Jessica Katoff
Letter No.61
Granger,
I can only hope the whispers of my heart have finally reached yours, for it is only your own decision whether to take note of my quiet plea or not. Two months love, it has been two months since I last shared the breath you breathe, but I feel as though it has been a heartrending twenty years. I discern how foul my past nature has been to you and I can only remit you a multitude of apologies however they are seemingly worthless if it is your decision to avoid all forms of connection towards me. But steady on, my heart and mind perseveres, steady on I shall send off my heart as well as my regret along with these words for your injured soul to heal upon; a soul I unwisely took into my own hands only to have neglected the tender love for it to thrive as yours have tended to mine. It is only after these sixty-two days that I am conveying my sixty-first letter and I can only hope your eyes have finally set their sights on the words I write and feel for you alone. Perhaps, if this is the first of the many letters you have unwrapped then I shall begin my regret at my transgressions from the first to the sixtieth. Alas, fear not my dear heart for I do not put any blame upon you but it is I who must apologize. I have been in the wrong and I can only imagine the pain I put you through. I have betrayed the trust you have freely given to me and I cannot but feel a tear in my soul, a crack in my steel walls, a sadness in my heart. I know I deserve this pain, love, but you do not. So, I continue to write to you although your replies may not make an appearance in my Manor. I shall write and you will not read but I hope that one day you will. I hope that our love was not decimated by my ludicrous actions but I can only hope, my love; I can only hope that the flames of our love still burns your heart as it burns in mine, as it breaks down every fiber of my being, as it never dims by your absence but only persists to set my icy heart ablaze. I continue to hope; to hope that this may be the last time I write; to hope that your reply may be soon; to hope that I may finally be able to lay my unworthy eyes upon you, you that possess nothing but beauty in mind and in heart. Till then, my love, I continue to write to you whether or not you witness my words of regret or they burn upon the flames of your resentment. Though, I personally favor the former.
I shall await your response, my dear heart. Let it be a single word of hatred or even a blank piece of parchment, know that I shall wait for it for you are priceless in my eyes and every word of resentment or blank canvas is as valuable as all the gold in my treasury. Just to know that you have received my letters are enough to lighten the burden on my soul as I wish my words would lighten yours but I am not a fool for I know it will take far more than mere words to obtain your forgiveness but I shall try nonetheless.
I shall quietly anticipate your response, my love.
With all my love,
Draco Alexander Lucius Malfoy
Forever yours.
Rubyallude here with one of the first letters of a series. Constructive criticism is most welcome :)