Water grey...
Through the windows...
Up the stairs...

So this is it...
Cold, so cold. Can't fight anymore.
I tried Barty, I really did, but I'm so cold, so tired. What I'd give to be in your arms right now.

Chilling rain...
Like an ocean...
Everywhere...

It feels like it's seeping into my bones now. I've never been this cold.
I couldn't fight back if I wanted to now, I'm trembling so badly.

Don't want to reach for me do you?
I mean nothing to you...
The little things give you away...

I hope Barty finds the letter.
I hope Sirius doesn't burn his without opening it.
I pray to the gods that Remus doesn't try to protect Sirius by ignoring his letter, or destroying it, or not saying anything to Sirius at all about the fact that I wrote to Remus.
I don't want them to think that I don't love any of them, James, Lily and Remus as well as my brother.

And now there will be no mistaking...
The levees are breaking...

Fuck. Everything's getting dark. I've got to fight it. I'm so scared.
I'm surrounded by so much water that I can't even tell if I'm crying or not.

All you've ever wanted...
Was someone to truly look up to you...
And six feet...
Underwater...
I do...

Mum... Dad... Not the best parents in the world - they did after all make my childhood intolerable and Sirius's a living hell (I can't even pretend to imagine how Siri coped...).
At least they taught me some valuable lessons about the ugly side of life. I've got to give them that.
But fucking hell. They're part of the reason Sirius doesn't see me anymore... They're part of the reason Siri won't see me again.

Hope decays...
Generations...
Disappear...

I-... I'm not getting out of this alive. I'm not going to fucking make it. I'm no Gryffindor. I don't have any extra reserves to call upon. I used up what I had just getting here to accomplish this. So drained...

Washed away...
As a nation...
Simply stares...

And there's no one to help me.
Should I have sent the letters earlier?
Would they have found me? Will they find me?
I hope they bury me somewhere Barty and Sirius can both visit me. Maybe they'll be beside me one day.

I hope they find me. These stares... They burn my soul.
These eyes, these hands. So many.
Too many.

Don't want to reach for me do you?

I'd even grab Voldemort's hand right now. Or cousin Bellatrix's.

The little things give you away...

She'd probably kill me herself though, stupid unstable bitch. Sick puppy that one.

And now there will be no mistaking...
The levees are breaking...

I'm going to have to breathe soon. My lungs are at breaking point.
I'm not getting out of here anyway. But I can't fight the instinct.
Maybe if I'd had more Gryffindor-ish tendencies to begin with...

All you've ever wanted...
Was someone to truly look up to you...

Like Siri. He would've known the best way. He would've just been strong enough to take the interrogation, the looks, the isolation that goes with turning coat.
I couldn't though.
I needed to prove to myself just as much as anyone else that I'm tired of it, that I'm done with Voldemort and his insanity.

And six feet...
Underground now I...
Now I do...

I never hated Sirius. Tried but I could never bring myself to. Always envied him for having friends that cared so much.
The only person I had was Barty, and we were just trying to stay alive. There's no way I could've gone to live with him.
His dad had no clue, and he put way too much pressure on Barty anyway, and my family would've killed Barty and I both for fraternising. If Voldemort didn't first.

The little things give you away...

Fuck Barty, I don't want to leave you alone. I was going to save you as well, this was for both of us. We were going to go to the Order together you know. Being a Death Eater... It's going to send you to insanity and an early grave.
I didn't even kiss you goodbye.

The little things give you away...

And Sirius... I never even got to show him that he was right and it was so fucked up as a Death Eater, and that I still cared, that I never stopped caring, and that it hurt not talking to him anymore, or having him to comfort me, or to tell him that I fucking miss my big brother and need him so fucking much. Death Eater or not, it didn't matter. He was always my big brother. He never stopped being my big brother.

The little things give you away...

Regulus inhaled and felt the water burn as it flooded his lungs, and made him even colder. But the cold only lasted for a few seconds, and then it was dark.