The Best Medicine
Drabble. 150 words. Sometimes crying is the only way to let go.
Two men sat underneath the stars. One was a boy no older than eighteen; the other, a tawny-haired werewolf. Neither spoke a word as they gazed at the sky wondering if they were being watched by the ones they loved most. Both had experienced great losses but they never spoke of it.
When the boy's shoulders began to shake, the older man put his arm around him and pulled him close. As wracking sobs coursed through his body, the man rocked him slowly whispering comforting words. When the boy sat up and wiped his face, he noticed the man was doing the same.
The boy was confused at first until the man said, "You're never too old to cry Harry, always remember that."
Harry gave Remus a slow, shaky smile. "Thanks." Remus chuckled and slung an arm around Harry. They sat contently in silence for the rest of the night.