You sent me those letters, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to respond. What do you want from me? What do you think I have to give? You and I are nothing alike. It doesn't matter what I felt. It doesn't matter what we felt. I'm not even sure why you sent them to begin with.

Do you love me? Is that what love is supposed to feel like?

I haven't thought about you in months, but that's not surprising. You're a quidditch player. You have all the time in the world to think about whatever you want when you're not playing. I haven't been to a game since you made first-string. I've always been afraid of meeting you there.

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set by Stef <333