'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'What will you do when you get lonely No one waiting by your side? You've been running, hiding much too long You know it's just your foolish pride
Tried to give you consolation Your old man had let you down Like a fool, I fell in love with you You turned my whole world upside down
Make the best of the situation Before I finally go insane Please don't say we'll never find a way And tell me all my love's in vain'
AN: I apologise for the delay in getting this chapter out, it's been kind of emotional for me to write and I'm not certain that it's done to my best standard but it's been a long time coming. I hope everyone's been enjoying their summer! Since it's been a while you may like to re-read the last chapter to get up to speed, there's a lot of recurring themes in this chapter that have been hinted at throughout this entire volume and part of the last. Enjoy reading <3
Hera Potter wasn't the type of person to abandon ship during a crisis. Every inch of her being was dedicated to love in all its splendour — both inwardly and with the family she'd built for herself. All she wanted was to love and be loved, whichever form that may take.
She had her reasons, however, for separating from Sirius at a time so delicate as this; it was impossible to ignore the carelessness he'd shown in his substance abuse nor the threat his actions could've had on her sobriety.
Hera was deeply troubled by the loss of trust he'd created in their relationship, not to mention what might've happened had Harry found out—he'd likely never speak to Sirius again, and his regard for the older man would've been entirely shattered.
Life was too precious at this stage, and the thought that he had been so close to losing his was enough to ice over any feelings of empathy she might have towards his relapse.
Then, there was the fact that he couldn't even bring himself to stop using on the day they'd wed — as though she were such a dread for him to marry that he'd need to dose himself merely to get through it.
It was a torment, to say the least.
She could always pretend he hadn't used heroin again — perhaps verbalising it would only further decimate their relationship — but the only bliss that came from ignorance was the deadly euphoria of opium. The same silent bliss that could've claimed Sirius' life at any moment.
