Title: Miss Being Mrs.

Description: Don't mind the title, I didn't want to change any part of the song. It is a songfic about Remus and Sirius after Sirius… died. 

Category: Romance, Angst

Rating:

Parings: Sirius/Remus

Warnings: Slash. To those of you ignorant few, this means male/male… in a relationship…

Disclaimer: All characters/places/items belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise noted. This story is just a product of my own imagination and I am in no way making a profit off of it. The song is 'Miss Being Mrs.' and belongs to Loretta Lynn.

HOLY SHITE I'M WRITING AN ANGST!

I lie here all alone

In my bed of memories

I'm dreamin' of your sweet kiss

Oh, how you loved on me

I can almost feel you with me

Here in this blue moonlight

Oh, I miss being Mrs. tonight

I'm laying in our old bed. I still can't believe you're gone, you left me. I can't help but feel a little selfish, you said you would never go away from me. I feel so bad about that, too. Oh, Sirius, how I loved you. I feel so empty without you. Even though I'm sure you're gone, I still seem to expect to see you walk through the door and give me a kiss, tell me it was just a huge prank, then we can make love. That's something I'll never get to do again, I'll never be able to feel you in me.

Like so many other hearts

Mine wanted to be free

I've been held here every day

Since you've been away from me

My reflection in the mirror

It's such a hurtful sight

Oh, I miss being Mrs. tonight

I suppose I really should get up. I've been here for a week now, and it's getting too close to the full moon for my liking. Moony won't really like it that he's lost his mate. I haven't eaten too much. I know you would berate me about this, it's the only reason I've eaten some.

Oh, I miss being Mrs. tonight

Oh, and how I loved them loving arms

That once held me so tight

I took off my wedding band

And put it on my right hand

I miss being Mrs. tonight

You were so happy the night you got to get out of the hell hole you used to call home. Almost as happy as the day of our marriage. I love you so much, Sirius. Yes, love, I'll never stop, never get over you. We made love the night before you left, and I told you that, but I never got to say goodbye. I never got to tell you that, even after death, I will always remain true to you. I will always love you, until my death, then we can see each other again. We will all be together soon, you, James, and me. I miss you, I love you.

Oh, I miss being Mrs. tonight.

I would die for you, but you wouldn't like that, so, instead, I shall live for you.

Dear, goddess, I'm crying. I had vowed to myself that I would never write an angst. But now, I think I like to cry from angsts. Not reading them… writing them. Aren't you sad about making me cry? I mean, I did write this for you. I think you should write me a review about how much you cried to make me feel better.