He doesn't want to believe it.

There is no way that it could be true.

And yet, every moment that he spends awake, he questions everything that he knew about him, everything that he had ever known about Padfoot.

He can't sleep. Every night he spends tossing and turning, his mind buzzing with memories of their years at Hogwarts. They were carefree then.

They were happy.

It begins to take a toll on him, the lack of sleep, the disinterest. James. Dead. Lily. Dead. Peter. Dead.

Sirius?

Alive.

But he won't be for much longer. The dementors will make him wither away into nothing.

Full of anger and hate, he decides to go away. Vanish.

Because he thought he cared. He thought that Padfoot loved, but right now it doesn't seem as though Padfoot loved anyone besides himself.

And he knows that it's best to vanish. Best to go away, to preserve his memories of him.

Best to disappear.

For good.