There had only ever been two choices for Remus Lupin: Lily, and Sirius.
He didnÕt love them both equally-- that would have been betrayal; Remus didnÕt loved Lily, far and away. Nevertheless, it felt as though his heart was being split in two with a red-hot poker to look at either of them, at the end. Loving Lily was easy. Well, not easy, but easier to think of to himself, to work out and ponder. Sometimes, though, heÕd have fits of crazy, destructive passion, wanting, wanting SiriusÕs face and his smile directed at him, instead of the countless unworthy girls who seemed to always recieve it. And, well, for Lily...
All he had to do was to remember not to get drunk, ever.
He didnÕt love them both equally-- that would have been betrayal; Remus didnÕt loved Lily, far and away. Nevertheless, it felt as though his heart was being split in two with a red-hot poker to look at either of them, at the end. Loving Lily was easy. Well, not easy, but easier to think of to himself, to work out and ponder. Sometimes, though, heÕd have fits of crazy, destructive passion, wanting, wanting SiriusÕs face and his smile directed at him, instead of the countless unworthy girls who seemed to always recieve it. And, well, for Lily...
All he had to do was to remember not to get drunk, ever.