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

chapter eight

The streets of New York are quiet as Remus returns home from the café, the night air cool against his skin. His mind races with thoughts from his conversation with Sirius, each word replaying in his head like a haunting refrain. The city lights blur past him as he makes his way back to his apartment, the vibrant energy of the city contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside him.

He enters his friends apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The familiar silence of the space is both a comfort and a reminder of the emptiness he feels. He drops his keys on the counter and walks slowly to the living room, his thoughts consumed by the raw emotion of Sirius’s voice.

Remus sinks into the old armchair by the window, the one Sirius used to favor every time they stopped by James' and Lily's apartment. The cityscape outside is a tapestry of lights and shadows, but his focus is inward, lost in the memories and feelings that the conversation has stirred.

He reaches for his journal, the pages already filled with thoughts and emotions from the past few days. The act of writing has always been a way for him to sort through his feelings, to find clarity in the midst of chaos. Tonight, more than ever, he needs that clarity.

Remus opens the journal to a blank page and begins to write, the words flowing from his pen in a torrent of emotion.

"Dear Journal,

Last night I spoke with Sirius. The pain in his voice was like a knife to my heart. He pleaded with me to come back, to not let them win. And all I could think about was how much I miss him, how much I still love him.

I left to protect him, to save him from the wrath of his family. But now, I’m not sure if I made the right decision. Every moment without him feels like an eternity. The love we share is both beautiful and painful, a constant reminder of what we have lost.

Sirius’s pain is my pain. Hearing him, I realized that the sacrifice I made might have caused more harm than good. I wanted to shield him, but in doing so, I may have only deepened his suffering.

‘Only love can hurt like this.’ The truth of those words cuts deeper than ever. Our love is a flame that burns bright, but it also sears us with its intensity. I don’t know if I can bear this weight any longer.

I need to decide on a path forward. Do I continue to stay away, believing it’s for the best? Or do I find the courage to face the world with him, no matter the cost?"

Remus pauses, the pen hovering over the page. His heart aches with the weight of his decision, the conflicting emotions tearing at him. He closes his eyes, the memory of Sirius’s voice still fresh in his mind.

The night stretches on, and Remus remains in the armchair, lost in his thoughts.

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The loft is dimly lit as Sirius returns home, from a night in the pub drinking his painaway. The familiar creak of the door is both comforting and painful, reminding him of all the times he and Remus had entered this space together, laughing and sharing their lives. The loft, usually a sanctuary filled with creativity, now feels so cold and empty.

Sirius pauses as he sees Remus's jacket hanging on the door. A wave of sadness washes over him, the sight a stark reminder of the love he has lost and the person he yearns to have back. His heart aches with the memory of Remus's presence, the warmth and comfort that now feels so far away.

He walks over to his studio, the canvases and brushes waiting patiently for his touch. Sirius tries to work on his art, hoping to lose himself in the familiar motions, but he finds it difficult to focus. His thoughts are consumed by Remus, the recent conversation replaying in his mind. The hope he felt when Remus answered the phone is now mingled with a deep sense of anxiety and uncertainty.