"I'm writing to let you know I'm releasing you, I'm amputating you. Be happy and never seek me again. I don't want to hear from you, I don't want you to hear from me. If there is anything I'd enjoy before I die, it'd be not having to see your fucking horrible bastard face wandering around my garden.
That is all, I can now go to be chopped up in peace.
Good bye from somebody who is crazy and vehemently in love with you. Your Frida"
- Muggle painter Frida Kahlo, to her husband Diego Rivera. Written from her hospital bed prior to leg amputation due to gangrene.
Chapter 2: Men for Miles
September 24, 2026
Dearest Scorpius,
It's been 16 days since anyone has heard from you. Are you alright?
Yours,
Al
September 31, 2026
Scorpius,
Where the fuck are you? I know you're angry with me re: Cornelia, but honestly, is this necessary? Do I need to see photos? Also, why aren't they moving! Did you take those with Muggles? Where the FUCK are you?! And why is your dumb fucking cock inside of every Tom, Dick and Harry? Since when were you into blondes? It's really pathetic to want to fuck yourself. Did you really think that'd win me back?
Cornelia and I are meeting with my parents for tea tomorrow.
Yours sincerely,
Albus D. Potter
October 9, 2026
Albus,
I'm in America, in this city called Chicago. It's actually quite nice. Almost everyone is gay. There's this Muggle neighborhood called "Boystown," which is where I met those blondes. And no, I'm not into blondes now. They just happen to be into me. Americans love the accent. Quite easy to pull.
I've begun a course at school here, that's called "Biology," We are learning about something called a cell. I don't quite understand what it means yet. Did you know that all living things are made of cells?
What are they teaching you at St. Mungo's, anyways? I'm somewhat surprised you managed to get a place in the General Healing course, given your NEWT scores in Potions. They're still keeping my place until next year, in Operations and Surgery.
Please send my dear cousin Cornelia my love.
Yours truly,
Scorpius Malfoy
November 9, 2026
Scorp,
Cornelia sends her regards.
Al
P.S. I am very much enjoying St. Mungo's.
November 11, 2026
Albus,
I'm glad to hear you're doing well.
I think about you often. I miss you, sometimes, in the morning. It's strange waking up with freed up space in my bed. I don't feel quite like myself, like I'm missing my second arm, except that second arm is actually my third arm. Although, for some reason, after I finally amputated said third arm, it has chosen to bugger off and begin inserting itself into my cousin.
Scorpius
November 12, 2026
Scorpius,
Fuck off. I love her.
- Al
November 13, 2026
Albus,
If you loved her, then why are you still sending me express owls?
Love, Scorpius
December 25, 2026
Scorp,
I didn't want you to hear the news from your father, or my father. I'm proposing. We're pregnant.
I'm so sorry. I hope you can understand. It was supposed to be temporary.
Someday, I hope you can forgive me. I hate myself right now. I hate that baby inside of her even more. Please don't tell anyone I said that.
I will love you always.
Yours,
Al
Author's Note: Oh, to be 21 again! The soapy drama! Chapter title inspired by the song Men for Miles, by the Canadian band Ought. Highly recommend you read the full text from Frida Kahlo's excellent breakup letter to Diega Riviera. Google "I'm amputating you" + Frida Kahlo for the full text. Unfortunately won't allow full links in stories.
