i used to believe
Sirius flipped through the photo album. Marlene whipping around as Sirius snapped a Polaroid, golden hair shimmering in the snow. Free, he thought. They didn't have to face the war and the real world.
we were burning on the edge of something beautiful
A tear slipped down his pale cheek. Marlene laughed as Sirius blew a smoke ring out of their apartment window. He turned around and grinned, and she came to sit next to him on the window. Each picture meant something. It would be his time soon, he thought.
something beautiful
He choked out a sob. Marlene was smiling up at him from the floor of the common room, in a life that didn't feel like his own. He wondered if he would ever see her again.
selling a dream
He smiled through his tear stained mask. She was sticking her head through the window of the Volkswagen they rented as the floppy hat blew off her head .hey had isolated themselves, he thought. Something had to bring them back to reality.
smoke and mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle
The tears flooded his eyes again. The picture was void of her, but he remembered the scene perfectly. They had just fought, and she was sitting outside his door, crying, while he took meaningless pictures of the snow drifting through the open window.
on a miracle
He closed the album, just as his tears started to stain the crisp pages. If he died, would he see her again? Marlene would have laughed at the thought. It had to be one of us, she would have said. Don't make it both of us, she would have said.
say, go through the darkest of days
He got up, and stormed around the miserable house he was staying in. He threw a decanter at the wall, and watched it shatter into a million glistening pieces. She's gone, he thought. She's gone.
heaven's a heartbreak away
He felt as if he was going to drown in his anger. He wasn't sure if he was even angry anymore, or just sad. Since Remus had told him, all bloodshot eyes, and pale cheeks, he couldn't tell his emotions apart anymore. He was too far gone, he thought. He might as well.
never let you go, never let me down
The funeral was even worse. Her smiling face haunted him, and he couldn't think straight. She was everywhere, but she was transparent. He could see her, but she was just a projection onto thin air.
oh, it's been a hell of a ride
She gave him her hand, and as he reached for it, his hand passed right through. She was just a mirage, he thought. A mirage of memories, and emotions and days lost to anger edging on insanity, he thought.
driving the edge of a knife
That night, he passed through the veil. He heard Harry cry his name as he fell, but he was caught by a halo of golden hair, and a mess of a white sundress. This is it, he thought, until she laughed right in his face.
never let you go, never let me down
Don't be such a drama queen, she said. He opened his eyes, and saw her, in one piece, grinning down at him. He reached out to grab her, and his fingers didn't pass through. Was she real, or were they both visions, he thought. They were back in the same world, he thought.