𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐨 ☾ 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞

Chapter thirty-seven
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❝ Her eyes travelled outside
of her window,
landing on the bright full moon.
So pretty but so painful to look at ❞
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Dear Marigold,

    I'm not quite sure how writing my emotions out onto a piece of parchment will help me with my feelings, but Lily suggests I write to you in hopes that one day this will magically make its way to you. This is utterly stupid, the whole ordeal. But apparently, Lils is a certified therapist, so I'm now sitting at my desk trying to think of all the things I never got to say to you.

    That made you sound like you are dead, you better not be dead.

Merlin, I know I'm fucking dense sometimes, I shouldn't have tried to dictate you, it wasn't my place. I was, and still am worried that something will happen to you and I won't be there to stop it. That sounds like a bloody stupid excuse, fuck I'm idiotic.
    There really are no excuses for what I did, it was over the line and I apologize.

     I finally know how James felt all those six years, I've never been so confused with my feelings in my life. It's so hard not being with you, I feel so lost.
I'm disgusted at myself for sounding like such a hopeless romantic, but this is your fault, you made me fall for you.
A moment hasn't passed where I haven't thought about you. It's hard looking over and not seeing your cute and concentrated face during potions, I would much rather look at your face than Padfoot (sadly he has replaced you as my partner and my grade is paying for it).

I miss you an unhealthy amount, it's unsettling the amount of tears I've shed these past few weeks (yes I cry, I'm in touch with my emotions) but seriously it's hard not being able to hold you, or be near you, even not being able to hear your voice pains me.

    I just cringed at my own writing, but it's true, I can barely function without you.
    Please come home to me soon,

Love yours truly Remus
Xx

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Mari sat on the edge of her bed, her face redden and puffy from the never-ending streams of tears rolling down her cheeks.
Water droplets falling into the slip of parchment that she firm held in her grip. Her face was buried in his wool jumper sleeve that she had just put on, so many emotions coursing through her veins.

Tears from his heartfelt words, laughter from his stupid commentary, he always had such a way with words.

Her eyes travelled outside of her window, landing on the bright full moon. So pretty but so painful to look at.
Her heart dropped, the first full moon since her departure from Hogwarts. The first moon in a year that she wasn't there in the hospital wing waiting for the scarred boy, the first time she wasn't there to comfort him when he needed it most.