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Jude sat down on his bed and stared at the letter in his hands, debating whether to open it or just throw it away. As soon as Harry had told him about the letter he knew who it would be from, and holding it in his hands had increased how worried he felt.

He had resisted the urge to open the letter as soon as he had left Harry's office, knowing that he would need privacy to deal with his emotions.

He fingered the seal before ripping across the top in one fluid motion.

As he unfolded it his hands shook slightly, focusing himself on the black text in front of him.


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Dear Jude

I am sorry that things had to end like this. I’m even sorrier still that you thought you had to run from me in this manner. Perhaps if I had told you what you meant to me this would never have happened; but lets forget about that, what has happened has happened and it is all my own doing.

I loved you Jude, and I still love you. I never told you and now it’s too late. You were the most amazing thing in my life and I let you leave me because I was too scared to tell you. I’m not expecting forgiveness, for I have been far more insensitive and unkind towards you than I ever wanted to be. You will never understand how much I wanted to tell you how I felt about you, how much I wanted to hold you and never let you go. But, my beautiful Jude, I could never have been what you needed and I know that, in a way I have always known that.

So the time has come for you to leave me, I knew it would come one day, I just never expected it to hurt so much. It’s because I love you that I’m letting you leave without a fight; you deserve so much more than I could give you.

Certain birds were never meant to live in cages.

Loving you always,




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Jude finished reading, hands shaking even more now, a solitary tear making its way down his face, Jude too shocked and confused to do anything about it. His breath catching in his throat he read it again just to make sure that nothing had changed. It hadn't.

He lay down on the bed, another tear flowing down to join the other. He needed time to think about this.

What the hell was he going to do?

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[palace-johnny.livejournal.com]

Oh, owww. I'm not sure who I feel more sorry for, Jude or George. Right now I'm actually tilting toward George. :/

This one hurts. I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with it.

Angie