"Maybe Someday"
James rolled his wedding band between his fingers - back and forth, the cool metal against his warm hands reminded him of his Reggie.
The thought nearly brought him to tears once more.
No, today is the day.. it's been three years, I need to move on.
Despite that, James couldn't seem to put the ring in it's box. Just rolling it back and forth between his fingers over and over again was all he seemed to be capable of.
James could remember the day so clearly -
* * *
Regulus had gotten down on one knee - they were standing on the balcony of the fancy hotel they rented for their five year anniversary of being boyfriends, in Paris, France, no less - he looked into James's brown eyes with his grey ones while he gave his little speech; a speech James cried through the entire thing.
"James Fleamont Potter, the light in my darkness, the bright sun to my night, my love. All of Paris - the city of love itself, cannot compare to the love and joy you bring me. When I was at my darkest, you gave me a million reasons to stay. For that, I thank you. You have given me the best years of my life, made me laugh when I wanted to cry, made light of the dark, given me hope. I can never repay you for that, but I will try my damnedest to make you as happy as you have made me. My dearest James, would you do me the highest of honors and allow me to be your husband?"
Oh how happy he, sweet little naive James been - how they'd both been that day. Who wouldn't be thrilled to be engaged to the love of your life? If only they knew..
Happiness doesn't last forever. It barely lasted a year - then every good thing must go to crap.
Regulus is forced into a cult. Evan is murdered. Remus is forced into hiding. Dorcas is murdered. Barty is locked away by his own father. Fleamont dies.
Then-
then..
James gets the call from Narcissa.
Regulus was dead.
* * *
James didn't know when he started crying, but he was. The wound, which everyone keeps saying would heal, felt as fresh as ever.
James slipped the gold band back on his fingers - maybe someday he'd be able to put it in the box, maybe then he could move on - just not today.
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