THIS AIN'T LUST
I KNOW THIS IS LOVE
BUT IF I TELL THE WORLD
I'LL NEVER SAY ENOUGH
'CAUSE IT WAS NOT SAID TO YOU
AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TO DO
IF I END UP WITH YOU
SHOULD I GIVE UP?
OR SHOULD I JUST KEEP CHASIN' PAVEMENTS
INWHICH Remus can't f...
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FRIENDS BREAK UP, FRIENDS GET MARRIED STRANGERS GET BORN, STRANGERS GET BURIED TRENDS CHANGE, RUMORS FLY THROUGH NEW SKIES BUT I'M RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME MATCHES BURN AFTER THE OTHER PAGES TURN AND STICK TO EACH OTHER WAGES EARNED AND LESSONS LEARNED BUT I, I'M RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME FRIENDS BREAK UP, FRIENDS GET MARRIED STRANGERS GET BORN, STRANGERS GET BURIED TRENDS CHANGE, RUMORS FLY THROUGH NEW SKIES BUT I'M RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME MATCHES BURN AFTER THE OTHER PAGES TURN AND STICK TO EACH OTHER WAGES EARNED AND LESSONS LEARNED BUT I, I'M RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME - RightWhereYouLeftMe, TaylorSwift
A warm, tender hands runs itself down Remus' shoulder. "You're going to be fine. Just talk it out, yeah?" Hope says softly, her voice aired with support. "And don't forget how proud of you I am," She reminds.
Remus smiles softly, Rowan squeezing his hand. "Thanks, mum," He replies gently. He looks down to Rowan, who's clutching his hand while Elliot roams around them, Minnie held against Hope's jutted hip. "You three be good for your Nana, I love you," Remus says.
Rowan beams up at him. "Nana says we can go for ice cream after, you can come too, mummy!"
Remus nods, ruffling his little boy's hair. "Of course we'll go for ice cream, baby boy. I'll see you lot in a bit,"
And so Remus sweeps himself into a ward of St. Mungos entitled 'psychiatric'. He shudders, the string scent of sterile sheets and sanitized floors reeks within his nose. The full moon had been the night before and all of his senses were heightened. Remus turns into the room he's looking for, there's ten chairs all in a circle and it makes him feel a bit sad.
He instantly sees three women chatting happily, a fourth woman sitting near them, filing her nails; the other three address her sometimes, Remus notes as he takes a seat. Group therapy. So he didn't feel so alone, he supposes. Two men are seated away from one another, one has a large sling shoved over his right arm.
Remus supposes he makes up the seventh member of this 'club'. He sits by himself, near the corner of the room. He tries to avoid looking at any of the other participants. They're much older than him, he notices. The slinged man seems to be heading towards his forties, the man near him already has a head of white hair.
"Hello! Morning everybody!" A cheery voice speaks. "How are we all doing? Peg, why don't you sit a bit closer, huh? Lorna won't bite you!" The male voice jokes and Remus looks up to see a smartly dressed man with aging black hair and an aged face. He's got a pair of square blue glasses and a thick beard.
