He walked. It was cold, wet and rainy. But, still, he walked.
He walked along the beach, looking for comfort from the waves.
He walked through forests, hoping that the birds' song would wash away his misery.
He walked up mountains, wishing that all his despair would stay at the bottom.
He walked over to the bridge. He could jump. Of course he could. It would make life easier. It would maybe even bring back his friends. But he would never jump. Allowing himself to fall would be like saying their sacrifice wasn't enough to save him. As if what they did was for a lost cause.
But it wasn't. Because their son survived. Teddy. And that, in itself, was a miracle.
Small. But there.
So Remus walked. It was cold, wet and rainy. But, still, he walked.
Just had to get this weird, nagging feeling out of me. Thought I'd post...