Beat
-he is one of the lucky ones-
He runs his hands through the grass, sighing.
He is the one with the rich, red blood running through him, he's one of the lucky ones that can still feels their heart beat in their chest. Remus can still breathe, he isn't choking with the onslaught of death. He hasn't gone through darkness, not yet anyway.
Death surrounds him though, slowly making its progression towards him, hands outstretched with the wind.
It isn't fair.
He pulls a tuff of grass out of the ground, removing the roots. The dirt flitters down to mess his pants, black dirt on white slacks. This is life, this is the destruction man can cause with one single pull.
He has seen so many die, had so much blood spilt. It all seems to be heading somewhere, making progress perharps?
Progression towards what he wonders.
Grass is thrown up into the air and he falls back, breathing deep.
His heart thumps loudly.
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