Sunday, 17:24,

Remus was in the shower, attempting to drown out his father's drunken slurs mostly consisting of his mother's name and how it was her fault that he was the way he was. Letting the water burn and trickle down his skin, he allowed his mind to break through the barrier of things he could never have and dabble in the warm memories of pollen tickled fields and motherly hugs. They seemed so far off, as if they never existed in the first place, and that hurt. It meant he was slowly forgetting the times he had with his mum and instead his mind was being poisoned with the bitter reality. The day it happened, the day he received the news, was still fresh and clear in his mind. Two days after he finished painting his ceiling and was certain she was going to come back from the hospital. He still remembered all hope leaving him as he saw his dad entering the room, eyes bloodshot. That was the day he grew up. He missed being a child. There. He admitted it. He missed only having the problems of picking what he wanted for lunch and which book he should choose from dear Mother's bookcase. Gripping the shower curtain, he felt anger seep through him as he heard a clatter and the words 'rot in hell' being yelled out. Again, his father was talking about his mother, this time probably knocking over the table in his rage. See, Remus never believed in religion even though he was brought up in a religious household, as his mother was always in the path of god (his dad wasn't usually home then). Though if he did, his mum wouldn't have gone to hell. She would be laying on soft white pillows, careless as she paraded through her palace with the sweetest ambrosia in her hand; that was great. He would believe in heaven if his mother could have that, but nothing's ever that great, even after death. So really, as sad as it may be, Hope Lupin had probably decomposed in her coffin by now, her soul still lingering in her, like a sleeping cat, and that was that.
The painful truth.

Sirius:
I still can't get over how cute you are

Sirius:
And it's been a day, so that's saying something

Moony-Woony:
Glad you like my face

Moony-Woony:
At least one of us do

Sirius:
If you count the rest of the world as one, then sure

Moony-Woony:
I like your face too

Moony-Woony:
You have a killer jawline

Sirius:
Pretty sure I've used that exact description before

Moony-Woony:
I mean its not wrong

Sirius:
My ego is growing because not only am I getting complimented, but im getting complimented by a cute boy!

Moony-Woony:
Woo hoo

Sirius:
You seem like you need a good cup of hot chocolate

That right there surprised Remus. He was always down for hot chocolate, but actually needing one was a whole different story.

Moony-Woony:
I don't know

Sirius:
That's code for definitely

Sirius:
What happened?

Moony-Woony:
I miss my mum

Sirius:
Is she okay?

Moony-Woony:
She's dead, sirius

Moony-Woony:
She died two days after I finished painting my ceiling

Moony-Woony:
And she didn't even see it

Sirius:
Oh, Remus

Sirius:
I'm not good with words but if we were face to face, just know that I'd be hugging you very hard, or maybe curling in to you as youre so tall

Sirius:
I don't know if i should be saying the common thing of 'I'm sure she'd be proud' or not but hey, I'm proud and you should be too

Moony-Woony:
Ok

Moony-Woony:
Actually, I'm okay

Moony-Woony:
Thanks

Sirius:
Np and stay adorable for me, will ya?

Moony-Woony:
Shut up

Sirius has changed 'Moony-Woony' to 'cutesy'

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let's picture it. imagine going on a road trip with a band of friends, travelling around everywhere and getting lost. think about the endless inside jokes that make your body shake with laughter. remember the moon bright in the sky like a pale, patient face and imagine inhaling the powdery darkness as you count the stars. imagine waking up to salty seas and as you walk across the coast, you find a shell large enough to write a memory on. imagine that memory being the night before where you tossed wood in to the blazing fire while listening to childhood stories of everyone while feeling the heat kiss your skin. imagine what could be. so drop your ropes screw the lid back on the container of pills, pull the blade away, anything! and just picture it.
picture what could be and make it happen.
see you next millennium