AN: written for a prompt in a game over at the ikemennosekimen community on LJ. The prompt was letters
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They were all that remained of their time together. Remus sank down into the worn armchair and dropped a pile of yellowed letters onto his lap. Picking up the one on top his eyes travelled through the bad handwriting taking in every detail, every emotion that was presented on the paper. Sirius had been gone, dead for almost a month and these letters were what prevented Remus from falling apart.
Sirius' death had hit him hard. His best friend, his love, they had only just got to know each other again after the twelve long cold years that Sirius was in Azkaban. Yet here he was, alone again, with nothing but Sirius' letters to keep him company. But this time it was different. Sirius would not return to him. He would never hear that dog like laugh ever again, feel those rough lips on top of his. He knew he would never love again. The letters were enough for him. They held enough memories to make him laugh, cry, smile. He finished reading the first letter, and after placing a gentle kiss over Sirius' name he placed it lovingly on the table in front of him and picked up the next one.