Dear Harry,

I'm ashamed of giving her a name. I'm ashamed of calling out her name. I feel so much pain when I think of her ,Harry. So many things could different if I could help you. If you just had told me that you needed help.

I never got your answer, Harry. Why did you leave me for her? Why did you let her kill you?

I know that you didn't want her, so why did you follow Her? Are you happy now? Do you feel alive just like only a dead person can feel?

Talk to me ,Harry. Tell me why did you let me for your DEPRESSION? Why did you let me for her, Harry? Please answer me. Why did you let her haze you? Why did you let her kill you? Why was I the first person who saw your dead body?

The medicines make me feel dizzy. I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed hoping that you'll answer me when I wake up. You have to answer me.

You can't be dead.

You just can't.