WOLFSTAR - The Greatest Love Story That Never Really Was.
“When I was younger, I knew a boy and a boy. Best friends with each other, but always wished they were more. Cause they loved one another but never discovered, cause they were too afraid of what they’d say.”-The Story (Conan Gray)
- From the first day on that train, the dynamic between Remus and Sirius was always different from James or Peter.
- They were closer in a sense, knew each other in different ways.
- But they were always more distant than the others, as if from the age of 11, they saw the ocean of space that would remain between them for what they couldn’t have.
- It was different in the way that Sirius never playfully tossled Remus’ hair like he did James, but instead ran his fingers through the thick curls with a gentle hand.
- In the way that after the full moon, Sirius’ fingers always gently trailed over Remus’ scars.
- In the way that Sirius’ summer letters to Remus always seemed to end up longer with a jar of ink gone each time. Hiding “I love you” between the lines.
- In the way that Sirius’ always came to Remus in the night, first to talk about their families, then as they got older, just to lay beside each other.
- Not knowing the other wanted to lean over and kiss him and mould them together forever.
- In the way that neither of them dated anyone during the school years while their schoolmates were snogging in empty classrooms and holding hands in Hogsmeade.
- Acting as if they didn’t want to go with the other, didn’t want to clasp their hands together and never let go, didn’t want to link their lips together and never part even as the stars rained down upon them and the sky went up in flames.
- But they didn’t, because it was the 70′s and you didn’t do that.
- So they stayed like that, always on the brink of it but at the same time, with an ever growing ocean of space between them, them being forever destined to remain apart.
“They loved one another but never discovered”
- Maybe if they had, things would have turned out differently.
- Then the war happened and there was no time.
- Then after 12 lonely years, there was a another chance
- They danced around each other at first.
- Not knowing how to proceed.
- But they were different now, over a decade passed. Scarred.
- And maybe that meant their pain slowly built a bridge between the ocean.
- And they could finally cross.
- And finally, after 12 years of separation and even more of loving each other, they would try.
- But then a there was a flash of green light and a veil that took and took.
- And they loved each other.
- But love stories don’t always have a happy ending.
- Sometimes they end in pain.
- But I like to imagine that with death, that ocean faded to dust.
And in whatever was afterwords death,
Maybe they would finally touch.
