Sirius didn't like to think.

In the deep, dark night a cooling wind messed his long flowing hair. The stars were staring at him from afar, judging his every move.  A phone vibrated in his pocket.

Once.

Twice.

Over.

And over.

He ignored it.

Sirius didn't like to think.

So he drove.

He drove so far that his tightly gripping fingers grew sore and numb from the cold.

He drove so that his long, silky hair became matted and tangled.

He drove so that he could forget. It wasn't so easy to forget anymore.

He no longer recognized his surroundings. He was lost.

The sound of his motorbike's engine soon droned into white noise.

Oh how he wished he could forget those honey golden eyes.

He wished he could forget how he saw them together.

Gold on pink.

Their bodies moving, feeling, touching.

Sirius wanted to forget the feeling of despair. The way he slowly walked away. The way the honey eyes met grey, how he pleaded to Sirius.

" I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She stood staring at him. 

Oh how he wished he could punch her, yell, scream, anything to make her feel the way that he did.

Sirius didn't like to think.

He didn't want to think.

He saw the headlights.

He thought they were honey eyes.

" I'm sorry."

And so Sirius didn't have to think.

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