Idea: just something random about Regulus dying
Words: 443
Warnings: drowning, death

He took the last sip before he could reach it. Before he could reach the goal he was now sacrifising himself for. He grabbed it and replaced it with the fake one he had brought. He took in a raspy breath and turned to look at the elf. A faint of guilt climbed its way to his mind as he looked at his house elf in his eyes. The house elf's eyes were filled with pure fear as it watched his master fall apart mentally. The process of Regulus' dying had began the second he took his first breath.

"I'm sorry Kreacher" Regulus whispered and crouched down. His hands were shaking and tears were falling down his face. His hair and forehead were sweaty. He took the elf's hand and put the locket onto the elf's hand. "Master Regulus.. Are you sure about this?" the elf whimpered. Regulus nodded, "We have already been through this. Just get rid of the locket for me, please. And if you can, if they will listen, tell James Potter everything I have told you, everything that has happened."

The elf sniffled and nodded, "I love you, Regulus." Regulus smiled softly. It was the first time the elf had ever told that to him. "I love you too, Kreacher."

They hugged, Regulus squeezing the smaller one close to his body. The elf then teleported away as they pulled apart.

Regulus stayed crouched down and looked all the dead souls slowly approaching him. He felt as some pulled him from behind, away from life. Away from everything and everyone.

This is what he wanted all along, right? He had wanted to die the second he realized how horrible the world was. Right....?

Because if that was true, then why did he want to live so badly? Why did he want to fight against everyone trying to pull him down? Why did he want to run away and show the world who he actually was? Why did he hope so fucking badly that he would he laying in James' arms?

As the thought of James popped into his mind, he realized he wanted to live. He started trying to pull away. He started trying to live.

It was hopeless. His head was already under the water. He was already dying.

He gave up as water started filling his lungs and life slowly leaving his body. It was too late.

He started losing consicousness and realized these were his very last seconds living.

I'm sorry, my sun.

Regulus Arcturus Black lived wanting to die, and died wanting to live.

Come on, admit it. I know you are crying