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180. You're Beautiful

Inspired by James Blunt's song with the same title.
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Remus was this close to crashing. Half empty vodka bottle in hand, he's cleary flying high.

He staggers into the deserted train car and finds himself a nice corner. Noone is up at this hour, the seats are empty but Remus doesn't feel like sitting.

He needs to feel something.

In this point of his life, he's aimless. Waiting for someone who might not even exist. He's sick of going on dates only to end up not remembering his own name in some street at midnight.

He knows this. He feels it. He's waiting for someone.

The ancient Greeks say that humans were made with two heads, two arms and two legs. The Gods thought they were too powerful together so they split them. Thus, humanity is to find their other half for the rest of their lives.

Remus is giving up slowly.

Maybe he was the off one out. Maybe the Gods forgot about giving him a pair.

The train doors slid closed and Remus could barely register the floor beneath him move.

Why is it so cold ?

He leans his spinning head on the wall behind him. He's counting on the minutes till his legs finally give out and he falls to the ground.

The minute never comes.

Not even when the train stops and the doors slide open again. As expected noone comes in.

Remus closes his eyes from the bright white light. Maybe this was his fate, like the waiting train doors, noone is to come.

"Doors are closing." A robotic voice came from the speakers.

Remus hears it. The sound of laughter and hurried boots on the platform. He scowls bitterly. Can't happy people leave him alone to be sad ?

Two figures came in, one taller almost at his height and another...

Both of them are covered in snow. The taller man in a black coat was busy talking on his phone. Completely ignoring the other man, who seemed to be the one laughing earlier.

The taller man turned his back to face the doors while the shorter in a beanie, leaned back diagonally across Remus.

He looked somewhat crestfallen. Remus thought it might be some shitty date.

He's not your other half, Remus wanted to say. That's rich coming from someone who hasn't met his.

The man with long ebony hair looked up and Remus thought he had the most wonderful eyes.

Grey-blue like the moon in winter.

Remus wanted to punch the dimwitted man whose hand was still holding Pretty Eyes' hand.

Fucking idiot ! He's foung someone and yet look at what he's doing ?

Are you ok ? Pretty Eyes mouthed at him. He looks worried.

Remus thought the alcohol must've messed up his circuits. He swallowed thickly before replying, just as soundless, You're beautiful.

Pretty Eyes looked away, shy smile and a blush on his cheeks. Remus wondered why'd he want to listen to a drunk man's words ?

He tucks a piece of black hair behind his ear. Thank you.

Remus smiles. Finally. For God knows how long.

A real genuine smile. That came from his heart and not from the crazy raves he goes to.

The train was going too fast. It stopped and Idiot Date pulled Pretty Eyes away. Quite harshly might Remus add.

He'd never yank his lover's hand like that. He's supposed to be his soul mate not some rag doll. To be kept pretty and toyed around.

Their eyes stayed linked as the pair moved to the other side of the car.

It was subtle. Remus wouldn't have caught it if he wasn't looking. A small wave of Pretty Eye's hand. Goodbye

Somehow, when the train doors close, Remus feels worse than he did before.
He's met someone, even if it was but a few minutes.

He won't be losing sleep. He's got a plan.

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Remus takes the same train everyday since then. Not caring if it took a longer route, not caring if it was more crowded than his usual.

He needed to see Pretty Eyes. Just one more time.

If we really are meant to be, let me see him just once more. 

His answer comes not a few days, not a few weeks, but a month later. Pretty Eyes stepped into the train car.

His bright colored eyes didn't show the brightness in them.

It was late at night and Remus guessed that was the reason.

Pretty Eyes finally looks up. "Oh, it's you."

Remus licks his terribly dry lips. Why was it so cold ?

"Where's Idiot ?" He asks lightly.

The other shrugs. "Broke up, he started loving me less."

"Idiot. " Remus confirms.

He eyes the sleeveless top the other was sporting. "Aren't you cold ?"

"The cold lets me feel something." Pretty Eyes laughs. "I've been numb for so long."

So have I, Remus wanted to say.

He takes his leather jacket off and puts it on Pretty Eyes' shoulders. "The cold will make you feel more than something, maybe frostbite."

"I don't even know your name." Pretty Eyes chuckles. 

The robotic voice cuts between them, announcing the doors to be opened.

"There's my stop." Remus says. "See you around."

Just as he steps on the platform, he turns. "I'm Remus Lupin by the way."

Pretty Eyes finally has a name. "Sirius Black."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful person. Goodbye now Sirius."

Remus stands right across him, just a  train door away from  uniting two halves.

At the nick of time, Sirius rushes to the edge. "Remus Lupin, can I be with you ?"

It wasn't  "Can I go home with you ?" nor was it "Can I take you home with me ?"

It was as simple as "Be with you."

To just exist with you.

"Of course. Come be with me Sirius."

Sirius grins and runs off the train. He crashes into Remus and the taller finally saw how beautiful he was up close.

"Hi." He says.

Sirius' smile trully was the embodiment of beautiful.  "Hi."

"Let's just be together yeah ?"

Sirius takes his gloved hand.

"Yeah."

Maybe Remus will never have the leather jacket back. It doesn't matter. If he has Sirius, it doesn't matter.