❝ i stay up all night ,
tell myself i'm alright ,
baby you're just harder
to see than most .
i put the record on ,
wait till i hear our song ,
every night i'm dancing ,
with your ghost . ❞
SIRIUS BLACK FANFICTION
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IT WAS THE DAY AFTER, and nothing has come up to stop sirius black from leaving your side. he has kept himself close to you, and it really stunned your father to that. slowly, your father walked over to the door of a specific hospital room of st. mungos. he opened the door, and peered inside the room seeing the black brother still by your said in one of the chairs.
he cares for you, he truly does. that's why it surprised your father. sirius has given the answer, and the question that has been in your father's mind, that roamed around day and night did; sirius black truly, and genuinely loves you without a doubt.
it really gave off hours ago, when the sky was dark as the night, the moon shining down on them with great sadness by the soft aura it has brought. the stars weren't the brightest and it was though it brought complete sympathy towards the suffering guy who stood right beside you throughout the darkness.
sirius sits by your side, watching you lay peacefully on the bed. all he cares was nothing more and nothing less but the view of you still alive, breathing quietly as you were a victim of hypnos and his sacred spell. he held your hand, which was slightly cold from the fresh air that rushed past you two. the warmth from his hands helped you cope from the cold.
he glances out of the door to see your father in the hallway, talking to the doctor with a look of hope and sadness in his eyes. but somehow.. it didn't compare to sirius' own.
a nurse walks inside the room, and marks something in the clipboard she held tightly of. he felt like he was suffocating from the thick air that spewed in here, he didn't like it one bit.
his grey eyes, glossed with fresh tears then looked back at you with his lower lip wobbling, his mind has been repeating the words of hoping you'd wake up, and the two of you would just have a regular sip of hot cocoa at the fireplace of your cottage, or even gaze at the stars with his arms around you.
something peaceful... something perfect.
something that wasn't like this.
the nurse walks over to their direction, grabbing the pitcher from the nightstand and then leaves them alone so he could have this moment with just you.
he watched you rest without any uncertainties, no uncomfortable feelings, and clenched his jaw when he saw the tubes that were tied to you like a harsh string. taking a glimpse of the monitor, a tear fell down on his cheek as he still continued listening to it.
furrowing his brows, he squeezed your warm hand; he was anxiously awaiting for you to wake up. he didn't want to be in a slumber, he didn't even want to blink. he feared that, if he does so, you'll disappear any single second, and he'll be alone.. all over again.
