I am really, truly, sorry
Petunia could almost not believe it.
She had her own house, her own car and a new job.
It had been a big mistake to get engaged at 19 so she’s grateful towards Abigail for being honest with her about Vernons infidelity.
Petunia and Abigail had decided to become friends after that fateful telephone call two years ago, and that had resulted in a number of calls talking about nothing and everything. They had decided to meet for lunch when Petunia had moved in properly at her new house. And since it had been two weeks since moving, and she had settled into her new home, they scheduled lunch for that day.
So Petunia was happy, she had everything she could ever want.
The only thing she didn’t have was–
No, she could not think about her right now. She’s supposed to get ready for lunch.
Petunia finished her makeup and fixed her hair into an acceptable style.
She looked at the clock above the desk. She had to leave in thirty minutes.
One last look in the mirror, and another glance on the clock told Petunia that she was ready to leave.
***
The diner they had chosen was almost full, but they had found an unoccupied table towards the back. Abigail's shoes clicked against the checkerboard floor, as they made their way to the table. The man at the counter had told them to get seated and that the waitress would be there soon with the menu.
“So,” Abigail started, “how are you settling in at the new house?”
The question was expected and Petunia had an answer, “I'm settling in quite nicely.” She took a moment to think a little more, and “I'm not that used to the city though.”
It had certainly been a change to move from the suburban area in Surrey, to London. Sure it wasn't really that far, but it was a change. When Petunia and Abigail decided where she was going to move to, they came to the conclusion that London was far enough. Even if Vernon cared enough to find out that she lived in London, it was a big enough city that he wouldn't be able to find her that easily.
“Well I’m sure you will get used to it!”
After that their conversation got less awkward, and they talked and talked. The waitress came and they ordered their food. They talked even more, and when they were done with their food they somehow started talking about siblings. Petunia had told Abigail all about how she had been towards Lily, and how much she hated herself for it. Of course, she didn’t tell Abigail that Lily was a witch, she had told her that she had gotten a scholarship to a fancy private school.
“Maybe you could reach out to her? Send a letter or call her?” Abigail proposed.
Petunia thought about it. She could write a letter. Lily had sent her one when she had moved in with her husband, telling Petunia her address and asking if she wanted to get in contact.
She could write a letter.
Petunia just didn’t know what to say.
***
After the lunch with Abigail, Petunia had bought post stamps and hurried home. She had then proceeded to sit by the kitchen table trying to compose the letter for four hours.
It turned out okay. Not the best, but okay.
Petunia stood by the post collection box with the letter in hand, trying to find the courage to put it in.
Okay, you can do it Petunia, just put the letter in the box. She thought to herself. It’s not that hard.
She let the letter go, and immediately started second guessing herself. What if Lily doesn't want a letter from me after all?
But it was already too late. The letter was in the box, and would be posted the next day
***
“Lily, honey, there's a letter for you!”
“Okay, It’s probably from Pandora.”
“I don’t think so. Unless she uses the muggle post now.”
“Wait, what?”
***
Hi Lily.
I got your letter a few months ago, I’m really grateful.
I have moved away from Vernon, and I now live in London.
I am really sorry for how I treated you when we were kids. When you got your letter and I didn’t, I got so jealous of you that I started to hate you, I don’t hate you anymore, now It is myself who I hate. I hate myself for what I did to you, and I hope that we could be sisters again.
I have written my new address on the second paper, if you would want to write to me. You don’t have to forgive me now, or ever, but I would be truly grateful If you gave me a second chance.
I am really, truly, sorry.
-Petunia