When the first note appears, James doesn’t really think too much about it.
I've waited many years. Every print I left upon the track has led me here, and next year it'll be clear.
Regulus can’t breathe. His throat is burning, and his vision is blurring. His skin is getting clawed of his body, and the water stings the wounds. He lifts his head towards the dark and cloudy sky. He is glad he can’t see the stars through the blurriness. Seeing Sirius in this moment would kill him more than the hands currently drowning and ripping him apart. His eyes sink shut and the burning feels like a warm welcome- the clawing hands like an embrace-, and a sigh of contentment fall from Regulus’ lips as warmer and gentler hands holds him close.
This was only leading me to that and by that time I hope that you love me.
I know that is unfair, but when have you ever know me to be.
I know when I go all my particles disband and disperse and I'll be back in the pulse. And I know none of this'll matter in the long run, but I know a sound is still a sound around no-one.
He can hear his comforting heartbeat, and his lips form a small smile that is reserved for the sun.
While I'm in this body I want somebody to want, and I want what I want.
And I want you to love me.
The brightest star in the night sky peeks out from behind a cloud to witness the young boys last breath.
Regulus Black died an hour after turning seventeen whit a loving smile on his face. A smile that no-one would ever see again.
I know this is unfair, but I hope that you are doing good, and live a happy life filled with all the love you deserve. All the love I wasn’t able to give you. I love you James, and I’m sorry for not saying it before.
-R.A.B.
James started to grow a bit concerned when he got more notes, but he chucked it up to it being a prank.
A year after the first note appeared, the last note appears in front of James, and his soul crumbles apart on Regulus Black’s seventeenth birthday.