We once loved each other, you know.

An incredible and all-consuming love; it was only a matter of time till it ended.

It was inevitable.

Still; no amount of preparation could've prepared me as to what happened before we finally pulled the plug on us.

No amount of warning could've saved my heart.

I should've assumed that something was wrong when you came home reeking of alcohol and cigar smoke.

The Harry that I knew didn't smoke; then again there were a lot of things I didn't know about you, correct?

I didn't realize how much you lied to me until that night.

I could've let it slide; I could've let you think you got away with murder, and I could've wallowed in my own misery and self-pity.

But I didn't.

You see, this letter is my way of getting 'revenge'.

My presence is no longer required in your life, neither is anything that we shared.

The flat has been stripped of everything; you'll find only the necessities are left.

I'll always love you, you pathetic, concieted twat.

-Draco