Remus/Lily-PG Breath of War
Halloween night, 1980A deep inhale of breath was needed-Remus felt sincere hopes crash and burn in his mind, realising the situation. Hopes he had raised longingly, desperately, and he now finally realised these hopes had been the only thing that had kept him sane these past years of loss and hurt ; nothing more, nothing less.
They had kept his eyes open, forced him to wake up every morning, and face anything but normal routine.
There had been death, of friends, of family, of love, but never had he felt his own heartbeat weaken ; never did the possibility of losing his mind or his soul came into his thoughts ; he stood straight ; looking into the face of the war, the world.
Of course he got hurted a long the way. Wounds , physically and psychically hit him many times, huge gashes on his skin, seeping blood on the ground. But never did they reach his mind.
And he wondered if he could ever feel that strong again.
Final battle, 1997Everytime he saw her.
Even now, when facing the cruelty of war for the umpteenth time, his thoughts could only be found with her ; a long gone smell, a long gone smile. But the memory kept engraved in the very essence of his being, he knew.
This was ment to be forever.
Forever, an eternity.
He was sure when he would breathe his last breath, when he would close his eyelids for the last time and embrace the sweetness of the dark at last, he would see her.
Red hair, like a striking fox, deep green eyes, boring into his beining knowingly, bright smile, like a feeling of coming home.
And they would sink into the eternal circle of the unknown, together, strong.