My first ever drabble – exactly 100 words – about Remus after Sirius' death.
Blood Clot
Slipping through the darkness, he knows no light. Spinning in anguish, he knows neither happiness nor love. Cursing the sky, he forgets hope.
Light is scarce, now, for he can only see deep, unending darkness. Dim senses search for something – anything to remember what was lost. Stars glitter overhead, reminding him of light he can never see again.
The waning moon peeks out from behind the clouds, and his eyes become slits of hatred, cursing him, and everything. And as fists clench in the darkness, a thought echoes in his mind:
"How, Sirius, am I supposed to live without you?"