His gaze laid heavy on the cup of tea in front of him. They’d been like this a million times before, chatting with mugs over everything from Lily’s wedding plans to sociological theory on muggle and wizard culture interactions. But Remus could already feel something heavy sitting in the air. Something sitting heavy in his chest. Dumbledore was dead, and it hit him hard, and Dumbledore seemed to be the topic for this conversation.
“ Dumbledore... looked out for people. Even the people nobody wanted him to. ---”
People. Maybe so ambiguous a term that it’s individual personal reference was apparent. Even more, his response felt so lacking Remus was sure Lily could tell he had something burning up his tongue, or maybe she didn’t, maybe he was making that up in his head. Maybe it was guilt manifesting. His hand raised to rub his face, mind running through scenarios of his friend yelling about dishonesty and betrayal, or coiling back in fear, or even just a polite acknowledgement and subtle distancing.
He loved Lily Evans. Not in the way James did, but Remus could see how much she cared, how much she loved, her intelligence and her drive. She was amazing, and Remus would always be grateful to the world for letting him be her friend, but she didn’t deserve him. Maybe if he told her, she’d finally realize that. Maybe that was what scared him, that telling her would break whatever illusion she was under and she’d finally realize he wasn’t worth two cents of her time.
He can’t keep lying to her.
Unsure how long he’d been silent and staring at the mug in front of him, Remus opened his mouth. Every muscle frozen in anxiety. His gaze laid heavy on the cup of tea in front of him. “ Lily, I have to -----I have to tell you something. ” / @martyrdoem











