“You are cordially invited to celebrate the wedding of
Andromeda Eridani Black
Theodore Kyle Tonks…”
It’s probably taking every ounce of Ted’s love for me to not kill me right now for writing to you. And it’s probably going to take more than that when he finds out I sent you an invitation to our wedding as well.
I know that it’s sick and cruel for me to want you there. It’s even worse when I know there’s no way you’re going to come.
Do you remember when Narcissa and I would talk about weddings? You would roll your eyes and laugh at us. You didn’t know back then that when I pictured the man who would be waiting at the altar, for the longest time I pictured you. In another life, we’d look back fondly at that memory together. In that life, that dream of mine never changed… it only came true.
We didn’t choose that life, but I hope the versions of us in that other life are happy. I have a feeling that they are.
I hope you’re happy, too. And I hope you can pretend that the drops smudging this letter are from the cup of tea that I’m not drinking.
I know I should hate you. I know I should be angry with you. I know I should be cursing your name. I know I should see you as a monster, nothing more. I was never good at doing what I should. You know that.
And, in my defense, I’m not writing this to a Death Eater. I’m writing this to the Amycus Carrow I knew and love. Somehow I feel like he’s still with me. And I’d like to believe there’s still a part of him in you.
All my love, Yours,
Posted on 24 Sep 2012, with 3 notes