A/N: For the Ultimate OTP Competition (round 1, bonus 3: angst)
He comes to you with wild, fearful eyes- the eyes of a haunted man.
"Regulus?" you whisper, but he doesn't seem to hear you.
He pulls you close, his lips crushing against yours in a frantic, desperate kiss. You can taste the finality on his tongue, but you try to ignore it as you fall into a bed together in a tangle and clash of limbs, slick skin upon slick skin.
You are only imagining things. This cannot be goodbye.
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"Regulus?"
Your heavy eyes blink weakly against the dark, and your hands reach for him. He is still there, his body tense.
"Reg?"
His lips brush your forehead. "Sleep, Barty."
And you do.
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"Regulus?"
Your hands graze over the spot where your lover should be, but his side of the bed is cold. Immediately, you're wide awake, the lingering haze of sleep forced away by his absence.
You try not to think about how his kiss had tasted like a farewell. You try not to remember the way his hands had moved so slowly over your body as though he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory, as though he would never see you again and needed something to make it through.
But the thoughts are so loud inside your head, and you can't see another option.
Regulus is gone. Regulus has abandoned you. And worse, still, you should have seen it coming.