Title: Maybe It's Because…
Disclaimer: F-I-C-T-I-O-N. Fiction. F-A-N. Fan. Read between the lines.
Warning: Sssslaaaash! Don't like it? Well, then you're piddly.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, though it could really be anyone and Sirius.
Feedback: Is the Pope a goldfish? No… silly, reader. But I would like you to respond, please.
Summary: Shortish, not longish. But shortish. Remus wonders why.
Genre: Ooh… Romance? Kind of. Angst? Yeah, a tad. Delightful? Most definitely.
Rating: PG
Maybe it's because he has dark hair and fiery eyes and makes you laugh when you'd otherwise sit there feeling sorry for yourself. Maybe it's because he always wears that goofy, lopsided grin, ale in hand, beckoning you out unto the dance floor at clubs. Maybe it's because he'll bring a girl with a good sense of rhythm and even better set of hands for you to dance with, so that you won't be alone. Maybe it's because even though you see him grinding next to that large busted witch, he still locks his gaze with yours, eyes flickering in the low light and alcohol. Maybe it's because no matter which girl he goes home with, he always winds up in your bed. Maybe it's because you know that you're what he really wants. Maybe it's because you assure yourself of that so strongly that he'll be back when you find yourself alone in the morning. Maybe it's because you need him just as much as you think he wants you. Maybe it's because you're too scared to face a life without him. Maybe it's because you love him.
Your back muscles bind and throat goes dry when you heard what he did. You wonder why you're suddenly so lightheaded when it's reported he'll be in Azkaban forever. You feel sick and need to lie down before you are told anymore. Cold, empty bed. Forever empty now.
Maybe it's because you loved him and you'll miss him. Maybe it's because you've only just realized this now when it's too late to tell him. Maybe it's because… Just because.