A/N: I have never written a Nymphadora Tonks/Remus Lupin story before, but I have read a lot of them. It has become somewhat the new final fantasy 7 addiction for me lol. This story is set in the point of view of Remus thinking about Tonks. I hope you enjoy reading this, although I must admit it doesn't really make much sense. But I try anyway :)

Reign of Love

When I look at you in that dawdling way of uncertainty and longing, my world crumbles and shatters into a thousand pieces.

It falls like a waving guilt of passion overwhelming my soul as your eyes gaze softly upon mine. I know the words you try so difficultly to say to me. To make me believe it is possible for contentment and happiness in a cautious war that surrounds us.

But I am what I am, even as I try so hard not to think of it. I am a dark creature with a troubled past and a troubled future ahead of me. I have nothing but burdens to carry, and being with you would only pester your young life. I could never do that to you, no matter how much I wanted to be with you.

I have no money, no remarkable heritage such as yours, although I may add that you will probably agree with me when I say your ancestors aren't entirely memorable so to speak. And undoubtedly, I can't offer diamonds, rings and necklaces to you, only a devoted heart.

I watch you as I say those words to you, but you seem to swift it away with a flicker of an expression. You break a joke in this fruitful time and I undoubtedly let loose a smile. And then my dear, it makes me wonder in many ways than one whether what you say is actually true.

That maybe somewhere between the anguish and pain of this unending war, there is something to hope for, something to live for, to believe in.

It is a start, I think, for my never ending stream of thoughts.

Maybe, there is hope after all.

And then I realize, so clearly like a crystal sky that no matter what I am and what I will always be, you will still be beside me undoubtedly. And that is where my world spins, and spirals into a thought beyond mortal comprehension. Because as much as I falter into your grips of emotion, I find myself reminding myself that I am not what you deserve.

You deserve someone whole and perfect in human nature. Someone without traces of darkness in them.

Your eyes grow dim, almost as if you had heard my vicious thought. But I do not falter when your eyes soften into a dismal gaze, for my world suddenly freezes and everything becomes still. Because somewhere between my guilt and longing passion of great depression, I realize that I cannot let you go even as I try so hard to do so.

That even as I try to push you away from my burdened world, my soul would only reach out to bring you closer.

I finally understand now, that nothing can drift you away, not even me.

My hands are stiff, and my legs dare not move a single inch as your silent message passes through the air between us. It is our eyes that unravel this telepathic correspondence in the language of souls. I do not completely understand it, but my dear I know it all the same.

It doesn't make much sense to me, even as I ponder and think about it endlessly. My words find no meaning, and my thoughts reach no end.

But that is much like you isn't it?

You have no ending and no meaning or phrase to match your entire being. You are just you, in that simple yet complicated way.

You are the everlasting, forever and always my only, love.

All tightly scrambled in that simple grasp.

The Reign of Love upon me,

Remus John Lupin

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