To Paris
Intermission: Unlucky Passenger
I have done way too much traveling in the past week, Remus thought to himself, staring out the window of the train. He was about to confront Sirius. What he would tell his former lover was something he'd been practicing for years. It always changed a little, but the essentials stayed the same.
I should probably talk to him about Peter, first... So it doesn't seem as if I came just to tell him...
A wave of guilt suddenly rushed over Remus. I shouldn't feel guilty... Or should I? No, if Peter blew up at me, there's no telling what he'd do to Sirius.
Remus rehearsed the speech in his mind. It distracted him from the train ride, which was seemingly taking forever.
"Sirius Black. I've known you for most of my life. We've always been side-by-side. We've always been there for each other. Over the past few months, I haven't been able to help but wonder if you're dreaming of me as I've been dreaming of you. When you turned me away that night, I was hurt, but I never gave up hope. We're meant to be together, Sirius. It's fate. Something that neither you nor I have a say in.
"So instead of fighting these feelings that we're having, we should embrace them. Because I love you, and I know that you love me too. You told me how much I had changed... and you were right. I've changed for you. For the better. So that we can spend the rest of our lives together without a care in the world.
"I love you, Sirius. There's no changing that."
Remus blinked and a tear rolled down his cheek. The train slowed and it took him a moment to realize where he was.
Don't risk it, Remus. You'll just get hurt. Again. Maybe even worse than before.
You know he loves you, too. He'll admit it. Nothing can keep you apart. It was meant to be. Fate, Remus, fate.
