fic rec: Letters Through Time
Letters Through Time by JulietsEmoPhase
pg, 5.8k (H/D)
This is the most beautiful story, it makes me cry every time (in the "my heart is just beaming" sort of way).
Harry took an assignment he'd expected to take a few months. It ends up lasting over two years, with no contact with anyone, even to tell them if he's alive. When he gets home there are these piles of mail, and he finds a small stack of letters from Draco. They get progressively more and more sweet and heart-wrenching. He sets out to find Draco, and--just read it. It is that beautiful/touching/lovely/perfect.
After that Harry barely paused between letters, once he had drank in the previous one's content enough he would place it carefully down before hurriedly grasping for the next.
"Dear Harry,
"I have this thing now where I make two cups of tea - a spare whenever I make one for myself, with two sugars. I honestly don't know when it started, but now I've noticed I can't seem to stop, and always end up with a cold, overly-sweet mug of tea loitering somewhere around my flat that I don't remember making.
"I promised I would keep these letters upbeat, but I can't today. Please come home and drink your blasted tea. I can't bear it any longer.
"Yours, Draco."
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pg, 5.8k (H/D)
This is the most beautiful story, it makes me cry every time (in the "my heart is just beaming" sort of way).
Harry took an assignment he'd expected to take a few months. It ends up lasting over two years, with no contact with anyone, even to tell them if he's alive. When he gets home there are these piles of mail, and he finds a small stack of letters from Draco. They get progressively more and more sweet and heart-wrenching. He sets out to find Draco, and--just read it. It is that beautiful/touching/lovely/perfect.
After that Harry barely paused between letters, once he had drank in the previous one's content enough he would place it carefully down before hurriedly grasping for the next.
"Dear Harry,
"I have this thing now where I make two cups of tea - a spare whenever I make one for myself, with two sugars. I honestly don't know when it started, but now I've noticed I can't seem to stop, and always end up with a cold, overly-sweet mug of tea loitering somewhere around my flat that I don't remember making.
"I promised I would keep these letters upbeat, but I can't today. Please come home and drink your blasted tea. I can't bear it any longer.
"Yours, Draco."
Read on AO3