My mother once told me that most love is like drawings in the sand on the beach. Eventually, the waves will wash them away. That is, until you find your rock. The rock will sit on the shore. Originally, it will be jagged. Over the years, it will get smoother, easier. She always told me that you are supposed to stay with your rock. Sometimes, however, people do not. Sometimes, people stay with their stand drawings. Sometimes, people never find their rock, or, for some reason, choose not to be with their rock. Other times, people have two rocks. That is the rarest.
My mother described first love as a pebble. This was placed above the high tide line. It is always on the beach of your life. For me, that was Charlie Weasley.
You are my rock. Still rough around the edges. We never got a chance to smooth us out. Remus, I wanted that chance; I wanted it so bad. You took the chance away from us.
Too old, to poor, too dangerous. Too many excuses.
You loved me, I know it. I saw the way you looked at me when you thought that I was not looking. And, when you caught me looking – wistful, I'm sure -- you met my gaze squarely, that delectable little twinkle in your eye.
Then, you left me. I heard you, that last night. I was at the top of the steps. I was watching. You did not even tell me you were leaving. You were sneaking off, like a thief in the night.
Albus asked you about me. I saw you turn away. Your answer was to soft for my ears. Then, you walked out the door.
Am I ever to see you again? I hope so because, Remus, I do nothing I can find another rock.
A/N: Just a little remus/tonks angst. I started it out as draco/ginny, but it changed. It morphed and became this. Hope you liked it. Please review.