A:N/ This is a challenge, can you write a short drabbleish piece about Dennis Creevy and Gabrielle Delacour
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I met you, when I was only very young.
You were beautiful, your hair flowed ever so gracefully, and your eyes shone, your skin illumined an iridescent glow.
You were a different kind of magic.
We grew closer, me and you.
We even held hands!
Then I turned twelve, and so did you. Things grew between us. We started venturing beyond our years, we only kissed at first, but then it turned into so, so much more. We were scared.
Then you left.
Why?
Was it because of me?
I'm sorry.
I wish I could have asked you,
Please don't leave.