Dear Draco
We've done it again. The silence in our home is ringing in my ears and all I can see is your form disappearing through the door. The shouting still echo's in my mind. We both said things we shouldn't but it's always the same. We fight and you leave but somehow it all works out again. But Draco, this time I'm scared.
Our voices reached breaking point that night and you've never packed your bag full of cloths before. This is the longest you've stayed away. Please come home. I didn't mean to shout and I certainly didn't mean what I said. Forgive me?
The house still smells like you and I can almost see you walking around. The book you were reading is still on the bed side table and you work is still spread in the study. I've left it there for when you return. I spend my whole day waiting for you to come back through the door and for us to kiss and make up.
But I know you won't. Not this time. I try to cling to the good memories but all I can remember is screaming at you. Is that why you left? We always seemed to be arguing. It was like a game but I don't want to play any more. I want you back.
I know that's impossible but I miss you. I go to your grave everyday to talk to you but I don't know if you can hear me. I try to be strong Draco but I can't. I don't know how I can survive without you. It's only been a few months but my heart can't seem to heal. Everything I do somehow reminds me of you.
I thought I saw you today walking in the street I called out to you but you didn't turn to me. As I got closer I realised it wasn't you at all. My heart had gone into over load in those to minuets and it didn't want to stop but it suddenly felt like it had been ripped from my chest.
I cry all the time. Everyone says I must be strong; especially for the baby. Oh Draco I have good news the baby is going to be a girl. I think I'll name her angel because I'm sure God sent her to look after me now that you are gone. She'll be here in time for summer the date should be in august.
My belly's growing bigger now and I can't find cloths that fit. I feel her moving inside me and she seems to kick a lot almost as if to remind me she's there. But how could I forget? She's your one last gift to me.
And although id rather you here beside me I know your watch over me and I just wanted to let you know how much I love you and I'm sorry for the last few words I said. I can't help feeling guilty even though it's not my fault. I wish that I could see you just one last time but I can't and it kills me.
All My Love,
You're Princess
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