Dear God.
Pansy clutched the paper in her hand as she and Hermione stepped into the cozy, dimly lit café. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the soft strumming of a guitar on stage. The chalkboard at the entrance announced, "Open Mic Night – All Welcome."
Hermione had discovered this little gem of a place during one of her bookish wanderings and immediately thought of Pansy. It was the perfect spot for her to share her poetry, something she had always been passionate about but too shy to present publicly.
Pansy glanced around nervously, her eyes flickering over the scattered audience, their faces softly illuminated by flickering candlelight. Hermione squeezed her arm reassuringly.
"You'll do great," she whispered, her confidence in Pansy unwavering.
The host, a cheerful woman with a warm smile, introduced Pansy, and she made her way to the stage. The mic stand seemed taller up close, the audience larger. She cleared her throat and began her poem,
“Dear God,
The earlist rembrance of you in my existance is at a Campground Church Camp From the ages 5-10 Children worshiped you again and again.
Then I Fond a new home with diffrent People my age where we learned new ways to praige.
Ill talk to you every night
Yours sincerely,
A Beacon of Hope.”
her voice trembling at first but gaining strength as she delved into the rhythm of her words.
“Dear God,
my family is Broke. we lost touch you and I. ive left your hous I hope it's all right My prioritys at the momend are a little skweed Please excuse my absces. Im Sixteen now. The last I truly spoke to you was maybe when I was 12 or 13. I'll try and speak to you more often once or twice a month.
Yours sincerely,
Not forgotten hope.”
Pansy knew this next part of the poem would throw everyone off. But she has to say her piece of mind. To many people go through the pain of losing someone too soon. Daphne had been one of her best friends. Gone at 16. What else was she supposed to think.
Dear God
You took her too soon. What are we supposed todo?
She was only a little younger than me. A mother, A sister, a brother, and a father are now without their daughter . Ive come to care about this family quite a lot. maybe it's fate, maybe it was her time. You lost a son once! Brought him back from the dead! I guess since were just your creations were not owed the same curtesy.
Don’t expect me to stay in touch.
Sincerely yours.
I think you should fuck off.
She knew it’s what she needed to do. After all these years of pain and loss she blamed God. Not for who he was but for the fact there was no one else to blame.
”Hey God.
It's been a while.
The demons took over.
You could probably tell. At the time, everything hurt. No rhyme or reason I couldn’t really blame anyone so I took it out on you. I'm trying to do better. I've found the way back to your house again. my honorary sister took me. you may never wish to think of me again. its okay i understand. the lost hope and with tear filled eyes demons took over my last bit of hope. I didn’t blame you by the way. she was in so much pain her last words begged for it to go away. i blamed you. for your supposed to be our holy father but i realized after watching another one leave that you took her suffering away. Thank you for hermione bye the way. without her another family would have loss their daughter. Trying to kill the deamons myself hurt less than losing you. im not expecting daily, weekley or even monthly calls. but hopefully if you let me in again the deamons others cant get rid of might subside.
Yours sincerely,
Pansy a daughter that never should have left.”
As she finished, the room erupted in applause. Pansy took a deep breath, her heart soaring. She stepped down from the stage, her eyes scanning the room. That’s when she saw him – an old friend from her childhood, someone she hadn't seen in years.
Draco had stood up, clapping enthusiastically. Their eyes met, and he smiled warmly, a blend of surprise and admiration. Pansy felt a rush of emotions, memories flooding back.
Hermione noticed the exchange and nudged her gently. "Go say hi," she encouraged.
Pansy walked over, her steps tentative but her heart hopeful. "I can't believe it's you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Neither can I," he replied, his smile widening. "Your poem was beautiful, Pansy. It’s good to see you again."
As they caught up, Hermione watched from a distance, her heart swelling with pride. Tonight, Pansy had not only conquered her fears but also rekindled an old friendship. The café, with its warm atmosphere and welcoming spirit, had worked its magic once again.