Title: Breaking Point

Characters: N. Tonks & Remus. L

Summary: they say that war unites us all together to make us all stick together, but really it only breaks us apart. One-Shot

Notes: Here's my other input to the 'Last Kiss Competition' using the pairing 'Remus/Tonks' and the song 'Falling - The Civil Wars' as a prompt. Hope you like it, reviews are appriciated and take care!


My husband Remus thinks that he's the worrier; well he's obviously never peeked into the thoughts that live in my mind... has he?

I'm worried about everything, and I know I should really erase those scary thoughts from my mind, but I really can't... I feel as if I am drowning in my own worry, and I can't stop from thinking the thoughts that keep entering my head.

I'm closing my eyes and sleeping whenever I can just in order to release my mind from the terrors of reality – and I know that tomorrow I will need to let him go to fight against all the bad...

I'm to stay with our son, a son who has a major chance in never getting to grow up with his father. To grow up with our family as one, just the three of us in perfect harmony... they say that war unites us all together to make us all stick together, but really it only breaks us apart.

It rips us apart, shreds every ounce of happiness out of our body and leaves us dangling on a wire wondering – wishing – about the war, and whether it will ever end... but it never truly does... we are all left to be played as pawns in an even bigger game... and who cares if they lose a pawn during the game?

It's all about the bigger picture, right? I mean why bother about keeping Remus alive when you could be keeping someone younger more vibrant alive? Why keep a Werewolf alive when you could be saving someone more... human?

My thoughts were ones bright and ebullient, but tragedy has ridden me of such a thought, and though maybe once I had been fragile, I have had to develop thicker skin – I've had to learn how to look after myself.

Even as an Auror I have had to watch my back, watching out for a murderer or a death eater, always on their tail – but never quite there...

But I'll just try and calm myself down, sing a gentle lullaby to Teddy to lure him back to sheep as I hold him close to me – as if I won't have the chance to do so ever again after this point.

Why can't he read my mind – I'm acting happy on the outside, and even though I may be good in concealment, I shouldn't be this good at concealing my emotions. I feel as if I'm falling down a hole... and I just want someone to notice.

But they don't.

So with my thick skinned shell, I keep on smiling, trying not to worry myself about the possibilities, and instead focus on the now. On the now – my final kiss with my husband before he goes off to fight for this country.

He's a hero, my Remus. And I can't believe how worried I am as I'm kissing him goodbye until I can taste salty tears on my lips.

"Be safe Remus..." I whisper, "Be safe and come back to us."

"I promise Nymphadora, I promise I'll come home." He whispers in return, as he stands at the door, looking at me with chocolate brown eyes, "I love you Dora,"

"I love you too Remus."