"I guess it's over then."
Regulus should've expected these words. Frankly, he would be surprised, if James decided not to end things. And yet still, it felt like a wave. A wave of salt nasty water hitting him, it occupying his eyes, mouth, and then finally his lungs and brain. He had to stop James right after those words and tell him he'd be a better man, that he was sorry and that he'd try to change. But James had heard these promises too often to believe them by that time and Regulus knew that damn well.
"Yeah, guess it is."
"You'll always be my calming ocean in the storm of life, Regulus, you know that?"
No, he wanted to say. No, I don't know that. How could I, if you don't love me anymore? How can I live from now on, not having you by my side, not feeling your love and joy and presence?
"Oh, cut the crap."
"I mean it."
No. No, you don't. Don't you dare be all care-y about me while we're breaking up.
"Okay."
"Okay."
The silence. It wasn't comfortable anymore, and it was breaking the boys' hearts. Regulus remembered the times when James called him his home. Regulus never thought he could be someone's home, not in the potter-home kind of way. Those times were long gone, and Regulus cursed himself for being so careless around his now ex-boyfriend. Did he truly believe that James would forever be in love with him? That Reg would never give a reason for James to be disappointed in him because Potter told he’d never be disappointed in the boy? How stupid. So fucking miserable, and so, so stupid.
“I think I’ll better get going, Reg.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Mhm. Goodbye, Regulus.”
“Adieu, James. J'espère que tu auras une belle vie, mon amour. One without me.”
Regulus reached for James’ eyes, but all he could see was annoyance. Funny, because only a month ago Potter would beg him to say something in French because he loved it so much.
“I don’t speak French, Regulus. If you want to tell me something, tell me straight away in the language I speak. And don’t call me your love anymore, we’re over.”
“Okay.”
James stood there for a moment more, hoping Regulus would say what he wanted to, but he never did. And so, James turned around, walked out of that door, and never really came back again. He tried, or at least Regulus hoped that he tried, but guess it was destined to fall after all, no matter how hard they both believed it wouldn’t.