Aislinn is an original character. At this point, I own nothing but her and this plotline.
In my world, Peter Pettigrew was never a Marauder and Lily never hated James.
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"You know why I have to do this, Aislinn."
"You don't have to! You could stay, stay with me!"
"Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
* * * * *
I feel like a bullet has ripped right through my chest. He is gone. A clean shot, through and through. All of his belongings are gone. He left nothing behind. No fragments left to cause me more pain, he said. As if anything he could do could add to the pain I feel right now.
I curl up on my bed, my whole body wracking with silent sobs, and try desperately not to wake up my roommates. They wouldn't understand. They can't understand. None of them have ever felt what I felt for him.
Once the sobs subside, I close my eyes and wait for sleep to claim me. A full hour goes by before I realise I am, in fact, still wide awake. I give up on sleep and move to sit by the window. He is gone. He said he'd never leave, but he's gone. My fingertips trace outlines over the frosted glass. My heart has splintered into a million tiny pieces.
I whisper his name one more time before I lock my memories away forever.
"Remus…"