22 December 2009
Title: Broken Vase
Smell (also known as prompt): Death
Scene: Post-Azkaban, Unknown Grotto, 1994
Words: 100
Authors note: In this piece we have Remus referring to events that occurred during "Smell: Ink" – a piece I've rewritten after considering my work. (Zap, you should sign in when you review, I think it's only fair to my curiosity.). Alas, I'm sorry that this one is kind of depressing, yet sweet. Tomorrow is happier though…
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His once pretty features were unrecognizable behind dirty, tangled hair and glimpses of rotten teeth behind lips that formed incoherent apologies. I stared at his lifeless grays while I overlapped his apologies with endless questions.
We both paused, our words ended but never our tears.
"You begged me to never leave you…" I said, angry with him and the torturing years apart from him."I stayed Sirius, I've always stayed"
"I failed you" His hoarse voice echoed, "I'm unforgivable"
There was nothing more to ask or apologize for when we clutched onto each other sorrowful, him reeking death and me embracing it.
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