I changed the presets in my truck so those old songs don't sneak up
Sirius Black had been in Azkaban for one year and Remus Lupin couldn't've cared less. At least that's what he'd said out loud. Inside he burned with passion mixed with anger. And, in the centre of it all, the feeling of cold lonliness.
Remus drove down the highway, away from his old life in London, in his old two toned Ford truck. Sirius had talked him into this car. Sirius. Remus turned up the radio, trying to drown out Sirius' name in his head.
"And this is how you remind me what I really am. It's not like you to say-" the radio sang. Remus cut it off, jabbing the power button as if it had personally insulted him. How you remind me was always their song. Remus and Sirius. Sirius and Remus. Every damn thing reminded him of Sirius. Tiny though it was, a nagging voice in his head told him he could never forget Sirius. His first boyfriend. the first person to really love him.
"The first person to totally fuck me over," Remus said aloud to himself, as he rolled down his window, wind mussing his hair. This was forgetting. This was getting rid of everything that had gone wrong. Which was everything. Everything had gone wrong.
Speeding down the deserted, sprawling highway with a hicupping motor, Remus adjusted his trucks' radio settings. He couldn't let that song ambush him again. It was cruel, the way the world kept turning, kept playing that song, even though Sirius was gone. Remus got physically sick, his stomach aching with grief and longing every time it played.
Despite how he felt about that bloody Nickelback tune, Remus found himself humming it, trying to let it carry him back to a time when everything was perfect, when he had James, Sirius, Peter and Lily. Back to the place where he'd existed before his world had shattered to a millon pathetic pieces.