Just a one-shot look at Remus before his friends found out what he was. And maybe sometimes after that. Not really sure where this came from. Oh, and I would like to take this opportunity to say that I will be entirely out of contact for the entire month of November. I am going to write a novel in thirty days! I own nothing. Except the novel I'm going to write in thirty days.
Lies. He lived in lies; he was a lie. Others lied to him, he lied to others. They all thought he was something he wasn't: human. He would never be human. Never again. But everyone thought he was. Because he had lied to them.
And he had to keep lying. It wasn't like a little white lie that he could tell the truth at some point in the near future. It was a deep, dark secret, and no one could ever be told.
But he wanted to tell someone. Anyone. Everyone. He wanted to tell so badly that it hurt. But he couldn't. He just wished he could. Indeed, sometimes, he felt like just screaming at the world, shouting out how he felt. To have someone know, understand. That was his deepest, most heartfelt wish.
But it would mean revealing his secret, wouldn't it? And he obviously couldn't do that. So he would just go on living a lie.
It was always the same. No one ever suspected that he wasn't telling the truth. He was too good a liar. It wasn't exactly a skill he was proud of, but it was a necessary one. After all, if he was a bad liar, they would know that he wasn't telling the truth. That would make them curious, and someone would find out. They would tell everyone, and it would all be over.
Everything he had worked for, the life he had tried so hard to establish. The friends he had somehow managed to make, despite his secret. Everything would be in shambles. His life would be over.
But his life was a lie, wasn't it? So it wouldn't really matter. He would just go on lying. And they would believe him. They would believe the lies he told them, never question them, just assume he was telling the truth. It would never really end.
In a way, he sort of longed for someone to find out. Even if everyone hated him for it, at least he wouldn't have to lie anymore. He would have to leave, and just try to forget everything that had happened there, but he could tell them the truth. It would really be nice.
But it was never goint to happen.
Because he lied.