Greengrass,

I wish you hadn't run away from me like you did. Did the splinching turn your stomach, or could you merely not bear to be in my presence another second longer? In any case, it was a pain in the arse to redress myself so I could find the nearest floo, but I imagine you're rolling your eyes and thinking about how I shouldn't have tried to keep you at the club. Maybe I shouldn't have. I've told myself that I shouldn't have even walked across the room and sat down at your table after you'd washed your hands of me. But I don't regret it, you know. I wouldn't have ended things if it had been up to me. That's why I can't even begin to wrap my head around what you said.

I need to talk to you. I say that, but I already know you won't talk to me. You could barely talk to me when we were sitting face-to-face, so why would I imagine you would agree to meet and talk to me? But just for the record, I think we ought to.

V. Macnair

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