Her innocence scared him. But it also interested him. Never one undecent word had she spoken. Not one word of smite escaped her lips. He was sure that no one had ever heard her even speak other that when she stood up for other people, always managing to quip without insulting the prosecuter. It was silly.
Remus had known he loved her even before he met her. She was perfect in every way- he told himself he only loved her because her insanely addequate self was like the missing piece of him. He had his flaws, more than others. With her, it was like those flaws were nonexistant. Even though he knew they were.
But he could just loose himself in Juliana's eyes, her perfect, sky-blue eyes that never lost their sparkle. They were calm like the surface of the lake, and were sweeter than lilacs. It didn't seem as if her cerulean orbs could support the glittering adoration for the world in them. There were one thousand angels living within those eyes. One thousand angels for all she cared about, one for each. She was positively surreal. It was as if he had dreamed her into life. Maybe he had.
It seemed like she was absolutely flawless. At least, that's what he felt until one day when, suddenly, she wasn't there. No one spoke of her. When he asked Sirius where Juliana Ashley had gone, he simply answered, 'home'. It seemed as if Remus was the only one who didn't know.
And then he saw the letter.
Perfect handwriting. Perfect paper. Perfect smell. Perfect seal. Unopened. Laying there for days. A letter. Three words blazed through him on the paper. And he knew what had happened to her.
Remus,
I'm not perfect.
Juliana