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August. I feel horrible when I think about it. The first August that there won't be any point in sending one of the presents that I made. Why I even started working on it, I have no idea. It just didn't seem right making Ginny's without making Percy's as well.
Now, it's just sitting there in my knitting basket. Merlin, I really hope Arthur doesn't find it. I know he'll ask. I'm scared he'll ask. I don't want to have to explain. I'm not ready to let go. He's gone. I'm ill with the knowledge that he's gone, but I still can't help but hope that the fact we didn't find a body means he really isn't. It's a sick false hope. But I can't help it...
My baby boy. My sweet, quiet, loving baby boy. Why did you have to leave me?
Now, it's just sitting there in my knitting basket. Merlin, I really hope Arthur doesn't find it. I know he'll ask. I'm scared he'll ask. I don't want to have to explain. I'm not ready to let go. He's gone. I'm ill with the knowledge that he's gone, but I still can't help but hope that the fact we didn't find a body means he really isn't. It's a sick false hope. But I can't help it...
My baby boy. My sweet, quiet, loving baby boy. Why did you have to leave me?