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the severe looking clouds loomed past the green pastures, ominously making their way over to the farmhouse. they screamed as the wind picked up and dumped torrents of rain on the land, bringing the newly-planted seeds with it as it flowed into the already overflowing river.
tall, mahogany bookshelves lined the walls. there was a big window in the middle of the east facing wall, looking over the sea. i curled up in the armchair with a copy of my favorite book while pumpkin, our pleasantly plump tabby cat, jumped up and nestled himself in my arms and the radio played familiar, calming tunes. "yes," i thought. "this is home."
they wandered the british countryside, searching for clues as to where the next horcrux lay, and how to destroy the one already in their posession.
with a flourish of her wand, a beautiful flower rose out of the grimy pot. it was white with a hint of lavender near the center. i kept it for many years, safely hidden in the corner of my greenhouse, a reminder of our secret romance.
i'm through with you.
i've always wondered... what would have happened? what if i had let you in? what would have happened if you didn't go away? what would have happened if i said hi to you again? just constantly wondering, pondering what we could have been. and now, it's too late. i'm sorry. so, so sorry.
such a warm day. the bees buzz around my head and the grass waves in the wind. i can't wait to taste their sweet nectar.