to tempest

i want to know why you show up with bruises all over your face

you try to hide them but you know i can see through your disguise

why can't you be honest, tempest

why can't you open up to me?

i know it's hard to open up to somebody

especially some stranger with wild hair

but let me tell you

expressing your deepest secrets to a stranger

relieves more than to a loved one

because they can't hold it against you

trust me i've been there

maybe i should tell you about alice

hope you're still reading my letters,

harry