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Dear Molly,
it's been three months since you died. (you. died.)
three months since i saw the light fade from your amber eyes. three months she you took your last gasp of air.
three months since i saw you die.
sometimes, it feels like it was just yesterday. sometimes, it feels like it's been forever.
rose misses you.
i miss you.
wearing my wedding ring around my finger, around my neck, living in our house, seeing your things, smelling your perfume, it's just not enough anymore. i need you, molls.
remember the time in forth year, you were doing a love potion and it exploded and it turned into foam and you were covered in and cursing in french, something dominique helped with i'm sure. i can still see your expression, the way a faint blush painted your cheeks.
that moment was when i fell in love with you.
looking back, there are actions that I still don't understand - that i need to understand. mine and yours. one day, i'm sure i'll be able to understand.
the first time we met was in our third year. a dare of james's and suddenly, you're covered with glitter. you laugh it off and the sound of your laugh is so beautiful. i swear that i'm going to marry you one day.
there are still things i desperately want to say to you. words that wanted to be let go, to freefall from these lips that are stained with your vanilla flavored kisses but wouldn't slip past the lips of a coward.
i tell myself it'll be better. the nightmares will be gone. (i've seen you die so many times. i pled with death to have mercy so many times.)
it's been six years.
(and it still hurts.)
i have no doubt, that along with my words, the pages will be filled with tears as well. (They already are.)
I love you,
-scoripus h. malfoy