A troubling question.

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I found this in my older writing works so I'm just gonna add it here.
(I haven't looked at it in a while so I don't know how bad it is... But Remus angst. (Your welcome.)

What did you get in trouble for the most when you were younger?

Remus took a deep breath as he struggled to regain his more chaotic composure. This was an emotion that he couldn't comprehend. Not entirely at least. He tried to sort through everything that he had been yelled at for as a kid. And to be honest, the results sort of startled him. Remus was really just an underappreciated brother to Roman. And Roman, like all the other light sides, had made it clear that he was not welcomed. They had said that he just caused even more problems. So maybe all of the yelling had started when he was younger. But it still hadn't faded. To them, if he died there would be such celebration. The Duke picked his morning Star up and through it across his bedroom, making another hole in his already beaten wall. What did it matter? Remus wasn't sure.. and he never would be sure. There was a calm knock at his door. "Remus...?" Remus took a shaky breath before opening the door to reveal a concerned looking Deceit. "Are you alright?" Remus was a bit overwhelmed, and he collapsed into Deceits arms. Deceit stumbled back but managed to hold himself up as the unexpected weight hit him. "I don't know.... I really don't..." Deceit hugged him and rubbed his back. "They don't deserve to have you..."

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