Dear Harry,
It's been exactly 34 days since you've been gone. I can't bear it. I sense your presence everywhere. The days are long. Everyone is still mourning your passing. Whenever I look at someone, they send me a sad smile. Almost as if they are trying to comfort themselves along with consoling me. I do not like it. But the nights are the worst. Every time I climb into bed, I feel it. The bed seems bigger now. I remember when you would sneak into my room and cuddle with me after everyone had gone to sleep. Now all that's left is cold sheets and pillows. Sleep doesn't come to me easily anymore.
Oh Harry, why did you have to die?
Aching,
Ginny
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