Draco had become lost in his thoughts, writing them down as fast as they came to him.
Miss Greengrass,
Do you ever contemplate the nature of truth? I certainly do. What about objective truth? Personal truth? What passes for truth? Those are complicated questions, but no more complicated than the initial inquiry.
Truth can be painful, lies can be pleasant -- and vice versa.
Have you ever watched someone you love become increasingly disconnected from reality? It seems most of us do just that by looking in the mirror everyday. But then, isn't "reality" as subjective as the truth? You see, that's my problem. I can't determine whether or not the truth is preferable to the lie. So I find myself in a philosophical conundrum--
Suddenly the parchment was torn out of his hands. Draco immediately stood up and saw Evelyn running off with his letter to Asteria. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He demanded. "That's mine!"