"She told me to give you this." A mourning Draco Malfoy said while handing it to the person in which the letter was addressed to.
He took with an impassive face and set off towards his own quarters to read what it said.
Opening his quarters he went into his bedroom and sat on the bed and slightly trembling he tore the white envelope and began reading…..
Dearest love,
Forgive me for my cowardly way of saying goodbye to you. For in my fear of bearing witness to something I could never give that which I always wanted you to have, your happiness. I am sorry that for the time we spent together were of sadness, regret, deceptions, lies, and hate. I never intended it to end this way my darling husband, and for this I am truly sorry. I always pictured that after the wedding we would come to an understanding and then you could eventually care for me again, and then maybe love me again. But fate was always cruel to me, and played me into one of its stories. I loved you my darling husband and I still do. I hid all my pain and suffering because I wanted you to be happy. On the first day of our marriage you told me you would never love me, I kept my hope even when my heart was crying. When I saw you with Lily the first time in the Gardens and when you accused me of having an affair with Draco, I kept quiet knowing it was useless to fight you, and I held my head high even when people were already talking about behind my back. I was trying to find happiness and to give you happiness that I only gave both of us the complete opposite. When you ravaged me the first because you were under the Imperious Curse, I obliterated you so that you would never regret your actions. I knew that our union made something my love and I was trying with all my heart to hold something of you. I would have loved our child even if it was born out of hate and deceit for that was how much I loved you that I forgave you instantly. And then I saw you and her again and you know what happened next. I was so foolish to think that maybe, just maybe I could have had something of you that would have loved me back, that I could adore and that would have cared for me in return. So I fled my darling, in my hope to run away from something and like princess in one of the fairy tales running away from evil lord I was found and saved by a prince. I was starting to pick up the pieces that were broken with him helping me, and for the second time in my life I was starting to feel happy. Then the fairy tale ended when the princess almost dies leaving the prince no choice but to part with her in order for her to leave. I went back to you, and our lives were starting to take a turn when she comes back again and I had to contend with being only second best, only the replacement, and nothing more nothing less. I had to contend with that, and in the end succumb to the conclusion that our liaison in the past was nothing more than just a simple memory of a dream to you. Forgive me for my ignorance and childishness in thinking that there was ever an US in the future. Goodbye my darling, I hope that with this you may find happiness now. Remember me even if it is only in your dreams.
Your wife,
Liliandra
He sat dazed and unable to think clearly. Too many things were going in his mind too many questions. With the letter still clenched in his hands. He went out to find the one person that could give him insight. The one person that could tell him everything Albus Dumbledore.