Only Love Can Hurt Like This [WOLFSTAR ✨] - Song fic

chapter two

The early morning light filters through the loft's large windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the eclectic space. The paintings on the walls seem to come alive in the soft sunlight, their vibrant colors dancing in the morning rays.

Remus wakes up first, stretching lazily as he basks in the comforting warmth. He looks over at Sirius, who is already awake, staring at the ceiling with a furrowed brow.

"Morning, Pads," Remus says softly, brushing a kiss on Sirius's cheek. "Did you sleep well?"

Sirius turns to him, managing a weak smile. "Morning, Moony. Not really. Too much on my mind."

Remus nods, understanding. "Come on, let's get some breakfast. Maybe some coffee will help."

They make their way to the kitchen, moving with the ease of long familiarity. Sirius starts the coffee machine while Remus prepares a simple breakfast-scrambled eggs, toast, and a few slices of bacon. The aroma of brewing coffee fills the loft, a comforting, familiar scent.

They sit down at the small, mismatched kitchen table, the morning light streaming in and casting gentle shadows. The air is thick as the weight of the upcoming trip hanging over them.

Remus tries to lighten the mood, stirring his coffee thoughtfully. "Did you know that the little coffee shop down the street is having a poetry night next week? I thought it might be fun to check it out."

Sirius looks up, his eyes distant and unfocused. "Yeah, sounds good," he replies absentmindedly, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Remus watches him for a moment, then tries again. "I also heard there's a new art exhibit opening at the Met. We could make a day of it, if you'd like."

Sirius takes a bite of his toast, chewing slowly. "Maybe," he says, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm. "We'll see how things go."

The conversation lapses into silence, each of them lost in their thoughts. Remus reaches across the table, placing his hand over Sirius's. "Hey, we're going to be alright. We'll get through this."

Sirius squeezes his hand, his grip tight and desperate. "I know. It's just... everything feels so heavy right now. Like there's this huge cloud hanging over us."

Remus nods, his eyes filled with empathy. "We'll take it one step at a time. And remember, we're doing this together. You're not alone."

Sirius takes a deep breath, his tension easing slightly at Remus's words. "Thanks, Moony. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," Remus replies with a reassuring smile. "Now, let's finish our breakfast and try to enjoy the day. We've got a lot to prepare for."

They continue their meal in relative silence, but the mood is a bit lighter now, the promise of facing the future together giving them strength. The morning sun continues to shine through the loft, a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty.

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Sirius stands by the large window of the loft, staring out at the bustling New York streets below. The sunlight filters through the glass, casting a reflective glow on his face. As he gazes out, memories from his childhood flood his mind, taking him back to the dark, oppressive corridors of the Black Mansion.

Remus, having finished tidying up, approaches quietly, sensing Sirius's turmoil. "What's on your mind?"

Sirius turns to him, a haunted look in his eyes. "Just... remembering."

Remus wraps his arms around Sirius, holding him close. "You don't have to face them alone. We'll do this together."

Sirius nods, leaning into Remus's embrace. "It's just... they never saw me for who I am. Only what they wanted me to be."