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𝕽emus chuckles bitterly to himself, staring up at the ceiling of the dorm empty dorm room, never hating himself more than right now.
Because imagine moping around on the sappiest, cheesiest day of the year without the girl you're madly in love with because you screwed things up. He'd actually bought her some flowers and chocolates without hesitation, he didn't realise until he was in the dorm writing his Valentines day card for her that James reminded him he broke up with her and they weren't together anymore. The said flowers, chocolate and half written card now just laying on his bed side table because he couldn't bring himself to put them in the bin or move them from that position.
Why? Why did he break up with her?
'Because she deserves better than you, Remus'
But she wants him and he wants her, she loves him for him and he loves her the same if not more. And here he was, putting himself through torture, knowing he was putting her through the exact same amount of pain if not more. It made him sick to his stomach.
He contemplated going to find her, but he's too embarrassed to admit he was wrong, that he's selfish and he needs her. He could never regret being with her, the only mistake he made was calling it off. He's never felt such strong feelings for someone more than his— no. Just Willow. She's not his anymore.
Two weeks and three days.
They've been broken up two painful weeks and three days.
The next full moon was coming up within a week too, which was only adding to his pain, his exhaustion and his already wavering emotion from being without. He did this to them, this was all his fault, and he was definitely suffering the consequences. Not only was he feeling the ache himself but he had to watch her from afar cope with it too— and it was pretty hard to miss the glares and stares from the group, most specifically Scarlette who was extremely territorial over her.
He's going to have to really grovel up to her to make this back up to Willow, even if she would take him back. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't give him another chance, he's been the shittiest boyfriend and person to her.
He feels his heart wrenching in his chest as he stood up, walking over to his set of drawers in the room, slowly opening the one he had been avoiding to open the past couple of weeks, biting back his sob yet again from the contents inside. She'd gone out of her way at Christmas to buy things for him to make him feel at home in her dorm— what she didn't know was that he'd done the exact same after saving up some money for a few weeks prior to the holidays to put some of the things she liked in there. Her drawer.
He carefully pulls out the sweater she'd borrowed from him, his stomach in an deep knot not even Merlin could untie as he held the fabric, closing his eyes as he brought it up to his nose and burying his face in it, trying not to get worked up over her looming lemon and jasmine scent.
