Yaxley,

I meant to write sooner, but my mother has hardly left my side since I've returned home. She asks about every letter I sent, be it the Quidditch League or my healer. I could not risk her seeing any letter I sent you.

I know my departure overseas was abrupt, but I must once again reiterate that I wouldn't have left without a goodbye had I not been overwhelmed by everything that was going on. By that point I was too embarrassed with my health to write anyone, lest I be forced to confess how weak I truly was. But know that every time I picked up my quill and considered writing, it was always with the intention of writing to you.

How are you? I wish to hear it all.

Yours,
Malfoy

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I suppose I understand that. But you must have known that above all people I wouldn't have held your health as any sort of measurement against you.

I wish you had written. I can't help but point out the last time we were together and what happened. Or how not hearing from you led me to believe the worst; that you'd regretted everything.

I hated not hearing from you. I thought you'd left for good. I don't even know why I'm telling you this it's not like we have ever had a history of being as intimate

Yaxley,

I know that now, I think. But my mind was as weak as my body under the effects of every spell and potion I was taking. I could not help but the think the worst of myself, and by extension assume that everyone would as well. I am not proud of it, but I am willing to admit it.

I will not leave again, if you can bring yourself to believe me. I do understand if your feelings you wish to distance yourself from me. Just know that my feelings are unchanged.

Yours,
Malfoy

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Please don't make promises you can't afford to keep, Raphael. I couldn't bear it if

I can't imagine what feelings you're speaking of seeing as we've never even talked about such things.

Yaxley,

I'm not one to make promises so carelessly. I have apologized, and explained myself to the best of my abilities. If you choose to assume the worst of me, I suppose our is not what I once thought.




Do you wish me to spell it out? To beg? Because I will not.




If you don't wish for promises, what would you like me to say?

Malfoy

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Yaxley,

You are a horrid woman. I cannot stand you.

When can I see you?

Malfoy

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Yaxley,

You would like to know, wouldn't you.

Send an owl when you're free. I will make the time work.

Yours,
Raphael

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