THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹EIGHTY-TWO✹

CONFUSING CHAPTER, HAVE FUN TRYING TO DECIPHER THIS ONE...OOPS...

LOVE YOU xx

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✹ Perhaps it comes from the fact

that I lack the energy to involve

myself with your childish,

immature and fatuous being ✹

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"James?" The name seemed so foreign to Regulus' mouth, he had not said such a name in a while. A long, long while. Well, it hadn't been too long, only a month, but it felt like it. It really felt like it.

James, the boy who had left him, for good reason, of course, but he had still left him, was standing (well, hiding) behind the wall at the other end of the corridor. The boy's eyes widened and he started to back away.

Barty may have tried to stop him, he couldn't remember exactly, but Regulus walked too. He followed James. James got faster, so Regulus got faster too. James jogged, Regulus jogged.

"James, fucking hell, you told me you weren't a runner." No answer. Just running. Lots of running. It was pathetic, really, chasing each other. But, then again, that's what they had been doing for years. Chasing each other.

They loved it. They thrived from it. The running, the hiding, the chasing. It was the chase that they craved. James being a Chaser and Regulus being a Seeker was all rather fitting, it seemed. They both searched for love, care, and reassurance. James was just more willing to run for it.

Or, right then, run away from it.

Regulus' legs burned, he had not run after James in a long while, he'd missed it. He wasn't all too sure why he was chasing James, he was just so used to it, that he didn't even have to consider any consequences before following after him. What would he say when James stopped? He didn't know. He didn't wish to think about it.

But, alarmingly, he had to think about it, because James did stop. Right in the centre of a random corridor, at least two floors below where they had been ten minutes ago. He tried to think of what to say but, nothing came to his head, and so he was almost relieved when James spoke instead.

"Sorry." For what, Regulus wanted to ask, but he need not do so, "For spying."

"Oh...yeah." Regulus couldn't think of any other reasonable response, nor could he remember a more awkward moment. There were so many things he wanted to say.

"I know." Regulus' eyebrows furrowed, "I know what you're thinking."

"No, you don't." He didn't even know what he was thinking. How would James know?

"I do. You're overwhelmed. I get that. I'm sorry." Pause, "What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry I left you. You needed me and I left. I'm sorry. And I know sorry's not enough, and I understand if you won't listen to me and I know it's only been a month and I know there's something going on with Crouch and I know that I'm the one who left you and I know it's my fault-"

Damn. You know when you haven't hugged that one person in ages and then you just...do...and it's unexpected and it feels weird and wrong, but right, so right. It feels like you're breaking every rule in the book and you definitely shouldn't be doing it, but you are, and you can't stop, and you don't want to stop. Because it's just so good. So comfortable. You can't breathe, yet you can breathe perfectly. You can't hold them any tighter but you still try. It's right and wrong in so many different ways, but that doesn't matter because at least some of it is right. Only a little bit, but still a bit.