She was a fighter and she knew exactly what she wanted.

These were the general idea that was said about one Nymphadora Tonks. Tonks if you didn't want to get hexed into next week.

This saying had rang true long before the young metamorphmagus could walk. If she wanted something, she would stop at nothing to get it. Nothing seemed to be impossible for the bubblegum pinked haired, clumsy, ambitious young Auror. Except now.

It seemed like Tonks had met her match and it had taken a severe toll on the spunky young woman as it had seemed to have been a brick wall on her normally vibrant and bubbly personality.

Remus was gone. Disappeared without a single word or any warning. Right when the most stress seemed to piled on her shoulders with work and trying to have things work between the two of them.

She understood that he was distant with people and she respected it. She couldn't imagine what it was like to be living with the stigma of being werewolf, especially having only knowing how to live that way he has for practically his whole life. However, over time, she was slowly able to gain his trust as he opened up to her bit by bit and began to let her in. It was progress. There was absolutely nothing that could have triggered his sudden disappearance.

But apparently there was if he just upped and left like this.

For more than a month, Tonks had gone on numerous solo scoutings to try and find him. But even with her expertise and skills, she couldn't pick up a single track. It was if he didn't want to be found and just vanished. The only proof of his existence was the few clothes he left behind, materials for his potions when he changed, and photos that hung sporadically around the flat.

During that period, Tonks' physical health deteriorated tremendously. Her usually healthy and athletic frame began to fade at a rapid and unhealthy rate. Her clothes hung off her wiry frame, her bones becoming more predominant from under her skin.

Not only was her physical health deteriorating, but her mental health began to go south as well.

Tonks became more withdrawn and to herself and her hair, being one of the major signs of her mood, faded from the bubblegum pink she usually sported to a flat, mousse brown. But it didn't just stop there.

Her thoughts began to get worse. Tonks' normal upbeat and positive mindset was quickly replaced by thoughts of worthlessness and disgust.

"How foolish do you think you really are, thinking that someone can love you?"

"You're nothing more than an untouchable freak of nature."

"How can anybody ever love a fucked up, disgusting shapeshifter like you?"

"Nobody wants you. Even a werewolf like Remus. It's obvious since he left you, isn't it?"

"Nobody'll care if you're gone. At all."

As she began to look more sickly and became more withdrawn, people noticed. Even Moody, the man she normally turned to for guidance, and her parents, who always listened and supported her, were unable to bring Tonks to speak.

The life began to fade from her eyes as she had long periods of just staring off into space, each time harder for her to snap out of it.

It felt like her world was ending. She was always so sure of everything she did. Of every single person she befriended. Of her career choice. Of him.

Now, she wasn't so sure. She wasn't quite sure about anything anymore. How could something that was so simple and yet so complex affect her the way it was? That it took such a toll on her to the point that she more than welcomed her fate of not only being alone, but of her impending and soon death if she did not improve.

She could never love someone as much as she did Remus. And because of this, the young metamorphmagus would never be the same again.