Chapter 1
This is a little explanation as to what is going on.
It's a bit angsty, but it gets happy in the end.
Sirius just got sent to Azkaban for the murder of Peter Pettigrew and consorting with Voldemort.
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In a week, just one, Remus had lost everything he had loved and everyone who he had worked so hard to convince himself loved him too. He wasn't doing to well, and in fact, he fell into a depressive spiral when someone said to writing what he felt to the person who had taken everything away might help him get over it.
So one night after he had been staring at the ceiling, mind lost in the past when everything was okay, fighting for the sleep to take him away from his miserable existence even if it was only for a few hours, he gave in. He grabbed a muggle notebook out of his nightstand, labeled it Sirius Black, and began to write.
This fic is complete.Although there is an edited one on wattpad it's the same story with better grammar.