It was necessary at the time, but a part of her would miss the words she'd penned all those years ago. Tears burned her eyes as she also recalled the loss of the teacup collection she'd curated during her time spent relearning how to love herself. They'd shattered the day her mind broke, and Hermione had never thought once to ask where the mess had gone. Now it was probably too late, but that didn't matter. She needed to move forward with her life.