ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ | 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

12 ✧ David Bowie and Celestina Warbeck

1977 December__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

The train ride was silent, almost as silent as her ride into the school which she had just left. A different book with the same cover clutched as always in her hands. Her clothes were not of her choice, but rather, of her mother's choice. Instead of hand-knit baggy jumpers and comfortable baggy jeans she was wearing a Chanel dress set. It clung to her body and gave her the appearance of being snobby and rich; something she was not. The money was not hers and she did not care for it.

"May... I sit here?" A familiar, French kissed, English accent asked, shy and edging away from the door. Y/N's eyes tore from the pages of her book towards the tall, leering boy in front of her. He was practically a child, his messy black hair, black suit and anxious facial expression. One which he couldn't seem to force back inside of him. 

"No." Y/N shunned, acting in a false nonchalant manner as she tried to make it appear as though she wasn't bothered by him. "Something I should have told you the first time around." Her voice didn't stutter for a single moment, no bumps nor lumps were plaguing her voice as she said so. 

"Well, I'm going to sit either way." He proclaimed, taking the seat in front of her and snatching the book from her hands. "You know, I figured you were different to your brother and mine, along with their filthy friends." Y/N looked like she wanted to say something, as though she wanted to get up from her wooden seat and run as far from the train as possible. Yet the point was mute. "I suppose I was wrong and unless we can't fix what was our friendship I see no use in attempting to mend something that can never be."

"That's a rather silly thing to say, we have so much more in common than what you leave credit for, so what if I like to listen to David Bowie and you like Celestina Warbeck." Y/N proclaimed. 

"Tell another soul that I like the Singing Sorceress and I'll pitch myself off the astronomy tower completely." Regulus groaned, causing the girl to roll her eyes as she went to continue with her original point. 

"Yes, yes Regulus, I understand." The H/C haired girl told him, taking in a deep breath. "You like Magical Fiction while I like Muggle Fiction; so what if we differ in opinions on muggles and their place in our world." Y/N pleaded. "We both have been considered outcasts, lonely until this year, we both come from cruel and ill-behaved families who lack love in their chained hearts, we both enjoy music and books and-and the Black Lake on fresh Sunday mornings." 

"Yes, but if we keep fighting all the time and we keep having to go on friendship-pauses like this then what is the point?" Regulus sighed, his hands becoming weak and his fingertips brushing against her knees as he dared himself to stay. "What can we do, N/N?" Her heart was fragile in his hands and the backs of her knees giving out. "I don't believe we can remain... friends." 

"Reggie, you were always so willing to give up, giving up before it had even really begun is something you're so good at." Y/N chuckled, a sad smile on her lips. "You know, sometimes I wished just wished so hard, on the brightest star, that you would be able, willing or find it agreeable at the very least to like something about me." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I wished you would want to stay, want to be kinder, want to do better, be more, do more, find anything we can agree on and even... I don't know?" Y/N muttered. "Chose to not argue and bicker over childish words."

"Oh Y/N." Regulus cried, drawing attention to the cabin. He dropped the book from his right hand and pulled the shorter girl into his grasp. Ripping the air from her lungs with his iron clamp and white knuckles. "You know I don't truly want to be a bother or to leave you, not really." He reassured. "We just don't seem to mix, we're like oil and water, we just can't seem to dissolve or mesh together." 

"Gosh, that's dramatic in the most melancholy way possible..." Y/N laughed, choking out her laughter from the very back of her throat, as it was too much along with Regulus' grasp which was relentless. "Perhaps we should stop... seeing each other all together."

"I'll write to you regardless of if you'll write back." He blurted out, letting go of the girl with his sad eyes glued to her face. "I don't care if you don't think this entire ordeal will work out because I do and-well that's all that matters to me quite frankly."

"I won't read the letters, it would make it harder than it already is to try and let go, you should know that." Y/N smiled, her eyes leering at his. His were always such a beautiful shade of steel grey, the type of grey that makes one dream when looking at them. "I hope you understand where I'm coming from."

"I understand but I'll pretend that I don't, because, well, I'm hopelessly and quite frankly, ever so intensely, falling in love with you." He admitted, quite blatantly. It felt right coming from his lips but just sounded odd and huddled together when she heard it. "I know you feel the exact same." He grabbed a hold of her hand and held it to his chest. "I'm not one to be so-so-so romantic but feel my heartbeat and know it beats for you."

She remained quiet, her cheeks dusted with a blush that caused her cheeks to redden/darken at the contact. His pale cheeks and ears were a deep and bright red colour which felt hot at the touch, just as his blushing usually did. 

"And even though you like muggle-orientated things. I don't want to be friends I want to be more than that and if you let me finish my sentences you would have known that sooner!" He stole more oxygen and continued. "I can change my views, my perspectives, I decided to read Romeo and Juliet in our time apart, as much as it's a stupid, crestfallen romance between a 12 year old and  a 17 year old I was inspired."

Y/N wanted to call out to him, to interrupt him before he said something that he would regret. It must have been some kind of dream, a fantasy that felt all too real. Like she had shifted from her world to one where Regulus gave a single fuck about her romantically. 

"I read the words that jumped at me from the page and felt that we were similar to them: 'but soft, what light through yonder window breaks, it is east and Juliet is the sun' you, Y/N, are Juliet, soft, pure and everything good in this world." He elaborated, dropping her hand and fidgeting as he tried to almost convince her that his heart was true. 

"I don't know what to say Regulus." 

"Say yes for God's sake!" He cried. "I'm fully aware that I may come across as some passive aggressive good for nothing but I can offer you a life, one with love-filled laughter and one that protects you from the darkness of cool, unforgiving nights." 

"You're a poet and a lover." 

"The poets sighed and the lovers dreamed, I suppose I am both." The boy admitted, looking out the window before standing up and walking toward the door. "I don't want an answer now but please know that there will not be a second that we are a part where I will not be awaiting one." 

"Regulus." Y/N called, forcing him to turn around before he trailed off through the train which was tracking through the Scottish lowlands. "Please write to me." 

"I was planning on doing so, even if you didn't want me to do so." He told her before shutting the door and scurrying off to wherever he had come from. He had left as quickly as he come, causing havoc as he usually had. 

__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐