Disclaimers: Sadly, I don't own any of the characters. I made up the idea, but this is in no way afflicted with J.K Rowling, or her publishers.

A letter resided on the desk of Remus Lupin. Unopened, it appeared quite daunting; a thin envelope with just a name written on it, in almost childish handwriting. The man behind the desk was starring at it, his eyes filled with timid fear. He reached for it, and held it between his thumb and index finger, starring at it, as if willing it to disappear, to crumble into ashes in front of his eyes. Remus Lupin was not a man to be scared, but for some reason this letter transfixed him, willing to be both opened and closed. Sighing, he flicked open the envelope, the sealing wax crumbling off in one large clump.
Dear Remus,
I don't know what to say to make this better, to make this easier. I have never been quite eloquent, and I'm afraid to say what I mean for fear of sounding cruel. When I told you I loved you, I was not lying. I did love you, were we closer than I thought possible. But you knew I couldn't stand lying to him, lying to James like that. It breaks my heart to see you two together, not with the secret I hold. Remus, you knew when we started this, that I was steady with James. Why we started this, I don't even know, really, did we think we had a chance? I guess we were both just hungry for an outlet, or something. But you must know that this has to end. I'm carrying his baby, Remus. We have plans to get married.
I'm sorry it had to end like this. Who know, maybe it would have been us at the end. But you can't change everything.
I will love you always.
-Lily.

Lupin sighed again, rubbing his temples. He knew what would come next-the goodbyes, the confrontation, the tears, and the miscarriage. Why he had never opened this letter before, he couldn't say. Perhaps it was fear of closure, fear of accepting the past. But the deed was done now, it was all in the past, he could easily chase it out of his head with a draught of liquor. He threw the letter into the fire grate with one flick of his wrist, then grabbed his cloak and headed out to the tavern.