Howl
It was a dark and quiet night, up in the fields. The moon hid its face for one night and Remus sat on the grass, watching the stars in the sky. He mumbled to himself: “There’s Sirius and Mirzam… Castor and Pollux…”.
Remus sighed, it was pointless. No matter how much he tried distracting himself, his thoughts were with the one he so dearly sought after. The one he could never call his own. For he was too dangerous to have love in his life. The destiny of the werewolves was solitude of life eternal.
He missed his beloved, but he could never have him. His mind went to a dark place. A place where pain and agony were all too common. Where he had already seen too many of the people he held dear go to. He couldn’t possibly burden the one he loved most with thoughts akin to these. The mother of fate and the father of the soul were a cruel pair indeed.
If only his fate hadn’t corrupted his soul. If only he had been spared from what has driven so many to insanity before him. If only.. If…
Remus clutched his head with both hands and tried to stop himself from bursting into tears, but to no avail. The tears came without him being able to stop them. He lost control, like so many times before, only this time, it was his human mind that spiralled. He was losing himself and there was no one who could be there for him.