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Description
This is about you writing letters to your bias after marrying them, so it's not set for any specific person.
Warnings: Angst, implication of suicide
Foreword
Dear ___,
I hate the rain, and the way the clouds block out the sun, making it seem as if the world is dark.
It was raining that day, all those months ago.
I never really got over it, not entirely.
I came home to a quiet house, but you were never quiet. You had so much energy, and I loved that about you. You made up for everything I lacked, which was a lot, in my opinion.
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