Another philosophical fic, they kind of hurt, but I think they are special.
Disclaimer: Im not J.K. Rowling, really, stop emailing me.
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A graveyard, on a cloudy sky day, in the middle of September, is not a place any person would like to be.
Especially Remus.
He stood their looking at the marble, lined and set in the ground on the island jutting out of the black spitted rock, surrounded by gray waters crashing against the harsh limestone.
He saw the fall, deep into the dark waters.
The dark roses were lined in front of the stones, as the sand beneath his feet sank away as the tide pulled at his soul, the darkness being drawn. He turned and faced the great visa before him, and the crack in the earth, where all light wavered.
It called to him as he saw those laid beneath that earth six feet start to appear.
The good.
The bad.
The innocent.
And the guilty.
As he stalked towards that crack, slowly filling with the water, swirling into a pit of black, he saw someone who it hurt too much to even look at.
His heart torn and bleeding, he left, running up the green fields and staring back at the island, the gnarled willow tree encompassing the somber graves.
And he vowed, to never come back again.
And life went on.