More Wolfstar; you ask?
I answer: Always.
"Moony." Sirius called.
Remus Lupin kept walking, hand-in-hand with his pregnant wife. The pair of them glowed. Her with pregnancy, him with happiness.
"Moony." Sirius called again, louder and more desperately.
Remus looked around, frowning.
Tonks put her hand on his shoulder, forming words Sirius couldn't hear. He didn't want to anyway.
"Moony." Sirius whispered it this time.
The worst part about being a ghost was having to follow the love of your life around. Seeing him happy. Seeing him with a wife and a child on the way. His own bloody cousin.
Sirius turned away, at least as a ghost he couldn't cry. But he could feel. And he felt like he was being ripped into a million pieces.