SUMMARY: Remus Lupin reminesces about Sirius. Was he more than just a friend?
DISCLAIMER: Ah, yeah. I dont own any of this. If only I did... *sniffle*
A/N: I wrote this when I was half-asleep. I still kind of like it... Kind of angsty. Yes, I suppose it's ok. Rather short... Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Here I stand, looking out into the misty waters far below the bridge on which I stand. The wind whips past me, bringing with it a chilling cold, and I hope, futiley, that it can whisk away my sorrows.
Ever since the passing of my dearest friend, Sirius Black, my heart feels as though it has turned to ice; as if it has wilted, as do the roses atop his empty grave. Whenever I gather up the courage to utter his name, I feel as though a silent, deadly vine was winding its way around my heart; my stomach convulses. Should one feel this way about a friend?
No, I think, Sirius was much more than a friend. He truely knew me. Our souls intertwined as one.
I cant help but wonder, as I stand here, pondering these things, if Sirius loved me too. Would he have returned my love? Or would he just scoff and turn me down? Either way, he was an invaluable friend, one whom I could tell everything to. I shall never love anyone the way I did Sirius... The way I always will.
A solitary tear runs down my face, though I'll never admit it to anyone.
On a sudden impulse, a spot of recklessness that suddenly taking hold of me. I walk to the edge of the bridge, staring down at the water far, far below me. A shiver runs through my spine, and fear grips me, but I will not let it win.
"My only wish," I whisper to the wind. "Is to be with you once more."
And with those last words, I take my final step, into thin air, to go tumbling down to the river below.
Now, I will get to see him again.
DISCLAIMER: Ah, yeah. I dont own any of this. If only I did... *sniffle*
A/N: I wrote this when I was half-asleep. I still kind of like it... Kind of angsty. Yes, I suppose it's ok. Rather short... Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Here I stand, looking out into the misty waters far below the bridge on which I stand. The wind whips past me, bringing with it a chilling cold, and I hope, futiley, that it can whisk away my sorrows.
Ever since the passing of my dearest friend, Sirius Black, my heart feels as though it has turned to ice; as if it has wilted, as do the roses atop his empty grave. Whenever I gather up the courage to utter his name, I feel as though a silent, deadly vine was winding its way around my heart; my stomach convulses. Should one feel this way about a friend?
No, I think, Sirius was much more than a friend. He truely knew me. Our souls intertwined as one.
I cant help but wonder, as I stand here, pondering these things, if Sirius loved me too. Would he have returned my love? Or would he just scoff and turn me down? Either way, he was an invaluable friend, one whom I could tell everything to. I shall never love anyone the way I did Sirius... The way I always will.
A solitary tear runs down my face, though I'll never admit it to anyone.
On a sudden impulse, a spot of recklessness that suddenly taking hold of me. I walk to the edge of the bridge, staring down at the water far, far below me. A shiver runs through my spine, and fear grips me, but I will not let it win.
"My only wish," I whisper to the wind. "Is to be with you once more."
And with those last words, I take my final step, into thin air, to go tumbling down to the river below.
Now, I will get to see him again.