everyone talks about what it’s like being grant chapman, the boy who stayed, who loved gently, who was ready to be everything. but no one talks about being remus. no one talks about what it’s like to have perfection right in front of you, to be loved with everything they are, ready to give you everything you need and more. it’s easy to feel safe, wanted, with him. yet, your heart remains tethered to another, to the one who can’t offer the same steadiness, the one who burns, breaks, and doesn’t know how to stay. and no matter how hard you try to choose the love that’s right in front of you, you can’t help but keep searching for your sirius in every room you walk into :/











