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Please read with song Tonight I Want to Cry, by Keith Urban
The fire flickered in front of him, slowly dying out.
A picture lay burning in the embers of the orange flames.
A man with long black hair and tattered robes sat in an armchair, slumped over a bottle of firewhisky.
"Why?" He whispered, eyes showing all the pain and hurt he had never meant to be seen.
"Because I love him." She told him quietly. "I'm so sorry, Sirius, I'm so very sorry."
A drunken laugh escaped the mouth of the man, and died off, trailing off into the oppressive silence.
"Sorry fixes nothing." He snarled, fists clenching. But not from anger, oh, never from anger at her.
"I know." She whispered. "But…I can't do it, Sirius. I just can't do it."
She never could, could she?
The man slowly stirred from his chair, pulling himself up, leaning his elbows on his knees.
"But now?" He asked, his voice full of pain. "Now, right now, at this time?"
"I'm sorry." She said, her voice mirroring his pain. "But James is everything I never knew I wanted."
The flames flickered in the depths of his deep gray eyes.
He would never forget the caress in her voice as she said his name, the soft look that settled upon her face.
"Fine." He turned away from her. "Fine."
"Sirius…" She lifted her hand, reached out to touch his shoulder, to bring him close to her as she always had.
But that hand had dropped away, hadn't it?
He tumbled from his chair, lying on the floor, one hand outstretched to the flames, as if he could reach back in time, to grab her hand right then and never let her leave.
She turned away, eyes brimming, ready to flee the room.
But then she stopped, stopped once and turned back.
Something fell, glittering from her hand onto the hard table beside them.
And then she ran.
He stood there; face hard as stone, not a tear escaping him.
Then he reached back and picked up the pure diamond ring from the wooden table.
And then he threw it, threw it from the window, and turned away, never to see the splash as it flew, glittering coldly into the lake.
He lay there, that hand outstretched.
A picture of them lay, burning in the embers of a dying fire.
The laughing couple slowly faded away, burned away like the memory of them, to be forever forgotten, to never be told.
The memory that no one remembered.
Of them…of Sirius…and of the one girl he ever loved.
Of Sirius Black, and of Lily Evans.
Once again, you get to read my depressing one-shots. I don't know, I've suddenly developed an affinity for sad Sirius/Lily shots…I think I'll write a chapter length story on them…they're too beautiful a couple to not have a story told about them!!!
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Fanta-Faerie
