Disclaimer: I do not own Remus, but would kill for the chance to have him. Hell, his robes would do!

The full moon passed about a week ago. Nothing to worry about.

I lied to myself. There is something to worry about.

James and Lily are dead. Sirius is hiding, and Peter...that thing doesn't deserve to live. Why did I, Remus Lupin, the werewolf, the shamed creature, manage to live like this? The truth was, I really didn't want to live. Death would bring great comfort to me, and I know that, but it would pain others. Lead Sirius to death would be all that would do. Tears of grief stream down my face from time to time as I think back at our school days. I wish it was I that dies instead of James and Lily. They had a great future ahead of them, a son, Harry, but I was not married nor in love. I had tried that before, but the girls turned away at finding out what I was. A beast, that's all. With the exception of one, that is. She died.

Death is a horrible thing. Death takes away love, hope, and everything that is possibly good, and happy. It takes away everything that makes you truly live. I feel empty inside now, without love, and having a large lack in friends. Last year, Albus Dumbledore was kind enough to give me a job at Hogwarts when everyone else shunned me and turned me down. Bless him; he always tried to do everything he could for me. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay all of the good things he's done for me. I close my eyes, open them after a while, and then go to a cabinet above the sink in my miniscule bathroom. I pick out a vial filled with silver-blue liquid. If I drink it, my pain will be gone, but it will add pain to others. Drinking it would be selfish. Hell, death is selfish, I think in anger. I take the weak cork off of the tiny bottle and bring it to my lips. It tastes sweet and bitter, and slips gently down my throat.

I realize what I've done, and quickly write a letter to Sirius. Oh God, I'm going to die. I don't want to. James? Can you hear me? I'm coming to see you. United again, two of the Marauders. I'm getting a bit dizzy as I set the owl out of the open window. I sit down. Sweat beads on my forehead, and my breathing becomes quicker. I realize it's becoming harder for me to breathe. My heart slows, I can feel it. I try to block out the pain-why hadn't I chosen a death less painful? The pain will be over soon, and I'll be happy again, I think to myself. It must have been thirty minutes since I took that death potion, and I realize I'm breathing final, slow breaths as the owl from Sirius flutters into the window. I use all of my strength to open it, and the first words I manage to make out are Remus, I know you'll probably be dying when you read this, and I'll try to come before it's too late. Remus, I may be the only one of the Marauders left, but I love you Moony, and don't forget
that.

My vision goes blurry. The note feels harder to grip, and I slip into a deep sleep that I'll never wake up from...Goodbye, Sirius. I love you too.

A/N- I know...it's really depressing, I happened to be VERY depressed when I wrote this. By the way, the little `I Love you's' happen to be in a friendly way, you pervs. Please R&R, and please, no flames. I happen to be on the edge just like Remus, thank you.