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Author's notes: The bold is from an Evanescence song.
The memories within us
I know you hear me. I can taste it in your tears.
The voice carried through the void o f the room. He knew he was the only one in the house, except Tonks and she wouldn't do something like this. The voice was fairly familiar, but he couldn't really place it. Looking around didn't give him any clue as to who it was.
A ghost of a hand made him jump and crash the chair to the floor. There was no one in the room, but he could have sworn he had felt a human hand on his shoulder.
I'll miss the winter, a world of fragile things.
The voice left him feeling cold and warm, happy and terrified. He didn't know the reason for the feelings, only that they were there. He was a werewolf, he should have been able to smell the intruder or hear him move, but there was nothing.
A figure appeared in front of him. He could feel his knees giving away and his hand flew to the side searching for a support from the kitchen table.
Hold on to me love, you know I can't stay long. All I wanted to say was I love you and I am not afraid.
Words had deserted him. His one true love was there standing in front of him, and he couldn't even make a sound. All of the unspoken words straining to get out. Only one word was able to get out. "No!" His speech deserting him, he tried to move, to get close to his forever lost heart, but to no avail.
The figure smiled and reached out a hand as if trying to touch him, but instead going trough his skin and making him shiver. How he longed for that touch. Empty wishes had no place here, he knew, but he made them anyway.
Closing your eyes to disappear you pray your dreams will leave you here.
The figure disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. He felt disappointment and hurt shake his body while it gave under the strain and crumbled to the cold floor. He had wanted it to be true.
But still you wake and know the truth: no one's there.
Reality swarmed around him, wrapping him in a cold cocoon. He knew the voice couldn't be real. It was his own mind, finally snapping away from reality.
"Remus? Are you feeling alright?" The voice was different from the one he wanted to hear. He looked up from the heap he had been laying in and met the pink and black striped eyes of his new lover. He wished the eyes were blue. He wished the hair was black, and the body male. He wished his heart wasn't dead.
Say goodnight, don't be afraid.
One last time the voice caressed him. He closed his eyes and let go. "Yes. I'm fine now."