Love, You Left Me Lonely
Dear Dirk,
I hate that I understand, but I do. My life has been marked by waves of acceptance- for all the wrong reasons- and violent rejection on society’s behalf. Even now I’m learning just who I can rely on, based on which friends and contacts will still talk to me, and which have decided I truly am nothing more than the base instincts that comprise one half of my blood.
I don’t know nearly as much about you as I wanted to, but given what’s happened I can guess precisely why you’re leaving. I don’t have enough words for how stupid this is and how cruelly unfair to the both of us. You have a place in this world, and those who would accuse or deny you on the basis of blood are the meanest, lowest kinds of fools.
Please don’t say goodbye. That implies permanence, and I’m not sure I could take that. We had so little time together but what we did have meant so much to me. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you, to the point where I probably jumped ahead more than a little, at least in my own mind. I like you so much that if there weren’t a war on, I’d almost certainly ask where you are so that I can just bring the next date to you. But I’m a registered creature now and the Ministry has decided I’m hostile, so even if I could justify leaving my sisters, I don’t think I’d be allowed to pass customs.
I can’t promise not to do anything reckless, especially when it comes to defending your good name- because you are good, and you’re so kind, and so smart, and just so wonderful, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop being furious at what was done to you-, but I promise to be careful about it, if you promise me something. Stay safe, but don’t bury yourself. You have so much to offer people, and there are so many amazing places to see beyond this dreary little island. I don’t know if you plan to stay where you are for long, but if you travel I’ve got plenty of recommendations, and if you ever need somewhere to lie low, I’ve a flat in France that’s all yours. Really, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.
Of course we’ll get to see each other again: I refuse to accept a world where we don’t. Besides, when I want something I’m not the type to just give up on it. I hope I’m not just flattering myself to think that you still want me too. Although if you do end up getting swept off your feet by some handsome foreigner, at least do me the courtesy of a warning letter, so I know precisely who has eclipsed me in your affections, and can curb my impulse to challenge them to a duel to satisfy my own sorrow.
yours always,
Henry
P.S. This doesn’t change anything, but I hope it’ll make you laugh to know that I’m pursuing a lawsuit against the Daily Prophet for defamation, so they have to deal with me in court now which should be thoroughly entertaining. Watch the international papers- I’m generally beloved all over, so my fall from grace and subsequent bitchfit about it will surely be entertaining.
P.P.S. I was joking about the duel. Mostly. My desire for your happiness far outweighs any potential wrath or jealousy. Frankly it’s a level of selflessness I didn’t know I possessed before I met you. Look at that- two dates in and you’re already making me a better person.