Draco,
I’m terribly sorry it took me this long to answer your letter. Mostly because I didn’t know what to say. It’s almost funny. In the past, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut when I was in your arms. I talked, you listened. You really listened. Even when you heard the story a thousand times before. The only way you could silence me was with your lips.
It felt so good, Draco. The whispers in my ear. Your breath on my neck. The kindness in your eyes as you slowly undressed me. The soft groan as you came deep inside of me. I have to admit, it still makes me hard, thinking of the quiet, erotic days in bed. They were so perfect. It was by far the happiest time of my life.
But when those images fade into the cold of the night, I only see the hate on your face as your fist collided with my face. Many times. I never told you, but sometimes I wished you would beat me to death, so I could take the memory of how you once were with me, still present in a small corner of my mind.
I wish we could meet there, like nothing ever happened—a place where your innocence wasn’t brutally taken from you, and where you didn’t take mine.
But life isn’t like the movie “Sweet November.” I couldn’t love you just for a month. I would have loved you for the rest of my life, or I won’t love you at all. We’re both on a crossroad now, and I think it’s better for the both of us to go our separate ways. I could never stop loving you, but I prefer keeping that love concealed in my heart, where it will remain the rest of my life, unscratched.
Tomorrow I will be leaving this house, the only place I ever called home, and this country, hoping to find my luck somewhere else. A fresh start, maybe a new chapter in my life.
I wish you all the best in life and thank so much for that small, safe, but everlasting piece of happiness that you gave me.
Always,
Harry
I’m terribly sorry it took me this long to answer your letter. Mostly because I didn’t know what to say. It’s almost funny. In the past, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut when I was in your arms. I talked, you listened. You really listened. Even when you heard the story a thousand times before. The only way you could silence me was with your lips.
It felt so good, Draco. The whispers in my ear. Your breath on my neck. The kindness in your eyes as you slowly undressed me. The soft groan as you came deep inside of me. I have to admit, it still makes me hard, thinking of the quiet, erotic days in bed. They were so perfect. It was by far the happiest time of my life.
But when those images fade into the cold of the night, I only see the hate on your face as your fist collided with my face. Many times. I never told you, but sometimes I wished you would beat me to death, so I could take the memory of how you once were with me, still present in a small corner of my mind.
I wish we could meet there, like nothing ever happened—a place where your innocence wasn’t brutally taken from you, and where you didn’t take mine.
But life isn’t like the movie “Sweet November.” I couldn’t love you just for a month. I would have loved you for the rest of my life, or I won’t love you at all. We’re both on a crossroad now, and I think it’s better for the both of us to go our separate ways. I could never stop loving you, but I prefer keeping that love concealed in my heart, where it will remain the rest of my life, unscratched.
Tomorrow I will be leaving this house, the only place I ever called home, and this country, hoping to find my luck somewhere else. A fresh start, maybe a new chapter in my life.
I wish you all the best in life and thank so much for that small, safe, but everlasting piece of happiness that you gave me.
Always,
Harry