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A/N: These are just some short ficlets, each based off of a randomly generated word.

Interval

There are moments, intervals when everything is calm, in which Remus muses on the possibilities of the future. He wakes up one particular morning just after dawn has broken, and the streaks of pink dotting the clouds remind him of her. He closes his eyes, lays his head back down on his pillow, and pretends that she is there, her warm body close to his as her chest gently rises and falls.

He opens his eyes, and the calm is broken. The clouds have parted, and rain beats down against the windowpane in sheets. He closes his eyes again, and her heartbeat becomes the rain, thudding maddeningly in his ears like drums. There is a sense of urgency, and panic, and fear.

Sometimes, he wonders whether these fleeting moments aren't just another reminder of the things he cannot have, of the unreachable hopes which tease him with mere dreams.

He lies back down and looks at the storm, his eyes unwilling to close again. He doesn't want to see something that can't exist. He doesn't want to be tricked into dreaming. He stares at the rain, at the black clouds which have gathered overhead, and a small, selfish part of him actually wishes that the war will come sooner. These moments of waiting, when he has time to think about what could be, are so much harder to endure.