A/N: This is my first Sirius/Remus story, but I must admit that I'm not a big fan of this shipping. This is for my friend, who is always trying to get me to see how amazing it is.
There would be nothing more; there could be nothing more. With his last laugh still lingering on his once-handsome face and his back tilting to allow his body to fall through the veil, Remus Lupin felt his eyes would never be the same as they witnessed the death of one of the Marauders. It was all he could do just to hold Harry back; it was all that he felt capable of doing without bursting into tears.
It was the longest fall of his life, Remus decided afterward when his eyes had dried and the hole in his chest had ceased the constant pain. The eyes were full of cruel laughter, not the kind expression that had looked at Remus when his secret had been discovered. They bore scarce resemblance to the grey eyes that had dug into Remus's brown ones with such love the first time they had kissed.
Remus wondered if he would ever remember those days of their seventh year without regretting that they had ended that June when they went into the world with such hope that turned into fear. Would he ever remember the kisses as sweet interludes without also recalling they had been stolen in empty corners, unacknowledged to the others? Would he ever remember those eyes as they had been at Hogwarts, instead of the ones that had died on the face of his love?
He would give up all of his scanty possessions just to have one last kiss that he could treasure, one last time that was mature and public. Would he forever be hiding in the past of what they had done?
There could be nothing more for Remus now that Sirius had fallen through that veil. There could be nothing more for him now that the people who he had been able to allow in to see the real him were all dead, all gone into an abyss he did not yet belong in.
So he sat in his old chair, his finger touching the arm of it and wishing he was feeling Sirius's skin. He ate food that he wished he didn't have to. He cried the tears he wished he didn't have the emotions for. He wanted to erase the things he didn't have control over. He wanted to erase the feelings that he didn't have a use for anymore now that Sirius had died.
There could be nothing more. There was nothing more to add to his story now that his love was gone, now that he would never feel those lips, which had felt like nothing had ever felt before, on his own. What was the point of rediscovering him for two horrible years when the previous ten years had been enough? What was the point of seeing him a prisoner in his own house if he never were to be free? What was the point of remembering his kisses if he never was to experience them again?
Sirius was dead, just like everybody else but him. The only one that had been too different to follow with them on their path, the one that had to stay behind in hell.