Summer is always the happy times, isn't it? Remus and I… Well, we spent the summer together. I blame the Order.
We'd been on a beach, somewhere in Yorkshire. I love the beach. I'd written my name into the sand and berated Remus until he reluctantly did the same. He'd whispered that he loved me.
And we got married. Why has he changed his mind? I'm lost for words.
And he has my last letter in his hand; he knows how I feel. He doesn't understand how much it hurts to let him go.
What did I do wrong?