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L is for Love
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die...
…it's not hard to fall,
when you float like a cannon ball.
-Damien Rice
Remus thinks his life is full of contradictions, always has been.
He loves reading, will devour anything in front of him. And yet if he reads for too long he gets headaches. They start small and grow, until one day he nearly hit his head on the wall to get rid of the pain. The only thing that could stop them was to sit in a dark room and hide his eyes away.
One of his nicknames, something he always hated, was Moonchild. Moonchildren should have almost white hair and eyes the colour of the black sky. Not blonde hair and amber eyes. He looked like he'd stepped from the sun.
His life is defined by moments of pain. Obviously he tears himself up once a month, whichis always fun. He's also been beaten up before, but not so that his friends would notice. There's been emotional pain. After all, nearly everyone he ever cared about is dead now. But he's never let a single tear fall down his face, not since he was five and had the bite that changed his world.
When he wakes up in the morning he thinks he can feel someone next to him, their breath on his cheek. Or he'll turn round to talk to someone who isn't there. But he knows there's no one; he's asked for this life of solitude. He doesn't want anyone there.
He needs control. That's the one thing he's always striven for. He never became mad or passionate, or did anything unless he'd considered it from all angles first. But then he fell in love, and nothing made sense anymore. He fell headlong, and nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
He hates the person he used to love.
He still loves the person he hates, and hates himself for it.
