This is a collection of short letters from Sirius' ex girlfriend, Colleen, who is completely fictional and a work of my imagination. This is loosely based off of Daniel Handler's "Why We Broke Up" but does follow the similar format and idea. I've plotted the entire story out in my head and am incredibly pleased. My writing style had developed and improved dramatically and this publishing short stories on is a great way for me to review my current and former writing skills. I do not own anything besides Colleen. Enjoy!
Dear Sirius,
Our second date was perfect though. You took me to the lake with bare hands. We didn't have any food, no wands, nothing. It was so normal. I felt normal. We talked until dark and I never stopped to catch my breath, scared the day would end too soon.
I was head over heels at this point. We were two brings made for each other and nothing and no one could convince me otherwise.
Not Remus or Lily or James. Not even you, Sirius.
Not even all of the red flags that paraded throughout our relationship.
So take the red flag, the goddamn omen of a the English National quidditch team back. Take that goddamn flag that kept me warm when your leather jacket wasn't enough. But maybe you weren't enough. And I failed to realize that so many times, oblivious to the fucking poison in my drink or the goddamn branch in my eye. So I'm sorry, that was all me. And that's why we broke up.
Always and forever,
Colleen
