He sat watching her. The way her red hair flowed from her head, it was like a fiery waterfall. He was tired but he know he wouldn't sleep tonight. That conversation he had had with her was making him uneasy.
(Flashback)
"Remus! What are you doing here?"
"Uh...I live here?"
"Ohhh...Right! I remember now, I'm just feeling a little tipsy!"
" A little?" He asked with his eyebrow raised. She was swaying on spot.
"Of course! You know I would never get drunk!"
"Of course, that's why you're only tipsy!"
She didn't seem to notice his sarcasm.
"Yes! Finally someone who understands! James had said it was his plan to get me drunk all night!"
He felt a flash of pain run through his chest."You were with James?"
"Yeah, didn't I tell you? I got engaged! That's why James and I got drunk!"
" So you admit it, you're drunk!" He said as happily as he could manage while his heart threatened to rip itself apart.
"Alright fine, you caught me. I may be more then a little tipsy. Happy?"
"Very." Lies.
"Well, I've got to get to bed early. Big day tomorrow, with all the wedding planning!"
"Goodnight..." The echo of his voice faded away in the empty room.

He couldn't believe he let her get away. The one girl he ever truly loved was gone with the wind. He knew he should be happy for her. She was getting married, everything she ever dreamed was falling into place. And everything he ever dreamed...didn't matter in the end. After all, hearts are meant to be broken. But sometimes, they can't be fixed. And sometimes, you convince yourself that you will met the right person someday. Then all those dreams are crushed. And you're lying there, shattered on the floor. But no one knows, no one cares.
So you're left to pick up the pieces by yourself. And when you finish, you have a heart with a small crack in it. Mostly, you move on. But when you lie awake at night, wondering what life really means in the end, you can feel it. That sharp, piercing feeling. That feeling that, in your darkest hours, cuts you apart. You were once so whole, and now you're destroyed. You felt so complete with her here but then, she was gone and she took you with her.
If he had known it would feel like this in the end, would he have still let it go on? Or would he have told her how he felt and prayed for a miracle? No, he didn't think he would trade her for any hope. He needed her like he needed to breathe. But he would try to move on. He would try to live. Yet, living isn't the same as being alive. She made him feel alive, but now, he was dead inside. Living, but without a soul. Like a Dementor's kiss. She had taken his heart and trampled on it. And now, he was broken.