I hope you're happy now.

You fucking tore me apart, and now you're leaving me there, lying in pieces.

I hate me.

I hate what you caused me to be, someone whom I despise.

How sad is it when you find that you hate yourself?

How do you feel, every time you slapped me around, or say something cruel?

Do you feel satisfied? Proud of yourself that you've finally defeated the Golden Boy?

I couldn't retaliate. I never could. It wasn't only because I was holding back. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why?

I thought we were in love.

What happened?

How did we end up this way?

I remember a time, of sunshine and rain, smiles and laughter. We were happy then.

I was happy then.

But something changed.

You grew colder.

You left marks on me.

You left me behind.

I had to see your blond hair walking out of the door, to god knows where.

When you came back, which could take days, you changed even more.

What were you doing out there?

Why was I so blind to it?

How did I let myself get so fucking hurt?

I always thought we would be together, forever.

But I guess that's not enough for you.

I think I grew smarter. Hopefully. Probably not, seeing what other people will probably say about this when they know what happened.

I don't think I have another choice. I can't think of anything else. I can't just walk away.

Goodbye, Draco.

If you ever read this, I hope you'll understand the damage you left.

Don't do this to anyone else, will you?

It really hurts. I have had first hand experience.

I hope you find in others what you couldn't find in me.

There's no need for a reply.

I don't know if I'll receive it there.

I love you.