Dear Sirius Black,
Damn that last letter was sappy. Sorry about that. I do think about what our life could be right now pretty often. I wonder if I'll ever move on. Maybe you were "the one" and now I'm fucked for the rest of my life. When I was a kid I remember my mom liked reading about criminals and when I got old enough to process what the stories were about we'd read them together. I always wondered how the people who knew murderers had no idea that they were friends with a killer. I'd never get close to someone who turned out to be a violent criminal, no way. And now my boyfriend's locked up for killing 13 people.
I guess I never put myself in their perspective. Of course I, the reader, knew their friend was a serial killer, that's why I picked up the book. The author knows that the reader knows that this book is about a murderer. So they make sure to include as many details as possible that, in hindsight, were clear signs of what was happening. When you started going "out" for most of the day a few months before James and Lily were killed, not really telling me what was up, I figured it was some Order shit and you weren't really allowed to tell me much. Now I know that you weren't doing anything for the Order that required that level of secrecy and you were a double agent. In a book about you the reader would think I was an idiot for not realizing that while you out you were meeting up with death eaters and telling them everything you knew. Even the author, with a more accurate view on our lives than the reader who just knows the more interesting bits, would probably be confused about why I didn't even suspect you were cheating or something. Because nobody will know how I felt in the time I knew you except me. And that's why I wouldn't be an interesting character.
Damn, sappy to philosophical. Wonder what the next letter's mood will be. I'm gonna guess reminiscent. Just an entire letter that's full of "hey remember that time I had to substitute for the Quidditch commentator and for the next week Slytherins were trying to hex me everywhere I went because of how 'rude' I was to them?" That was an interesting week for us.
Write you later,
Moony