Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling ows the right of the Harry Potter books and thus all the characters and the magical world she created. Edwin Mccain ows the songtext. Only this story is mine.

Bathed in sunlight woke from dreams

Of murderous intention

Pursued by dogs and men and things

I'm just too scared to mention

And the first thing that I think of

Are her sympathetic eyes

That see with only positive emotion

As he woke up, Remus felt the spot next to him in the bed was empty. He stood up quietly and walked to the kitchen of Tonks' apartment. There she was, humming softly while she was making breakfast in de bright sunlight that shone through the windows. He sneaked up behind her and just when she was grabbing an empty glass tickled her in her side. With a scream she dropped the glass.

'Don't ever do that again Remus!' she said irritated, 'Especially not when I'm in a bad mood.'

And she talks of being grumpy,

But I know that grumpy's not her style

And I soak up all her beauty

'cause I'm only here awhile

And I muddle through my docket,

Nestle in the pocket

Just sit back and think about the world

And the only thing I see

When she's looking back at me

Is the promise of how life could be

'You're grumpy? Why's that?' he asked surprised.

'Never mind, just some stupid mount of paperwork to do.' Tonks sighed.

Remus observed her as she put the plates and glasses down on the table. She looked up.

'What?' she asked, a slight smile crossing her face.

'Nothing.' he answered quickly.

'Okay… What you're writing there anyway?'

'Nothing.' He answered again.

'Fine, then don't tell me!' she snapped as she threw away the burnt eggs.

And as I wrote my chest got tight for her

I know that I'm not right for her

And I couldn't live

If I ever caused her pain

But at least I have a message

That I can leave

That tells her of this spin inside

My gears turning,

I'm still learning to trust myself

But at least I've told her

Of this difficult good-bye

Dear Nympheadora,

You hate it when I call you that, I know.

I'm leaving you this message as I hope you understand why I'm leaving. You should find a nice young man to be happy with instead of this dangerous old werewolf. It's going to hurt in the beginning but you should pull yourself through that. We had a wonderful time together but my conscience is beginning to bother me more and more as I drag you with me in my pathetic life.

You should know I'll always be there for you if you need a hand.

Lots of love,

Remus

Seven minutes before

I'm leaving and now my chest is heaving

I just can't go like I did before

And tomorrow I'll be miles away and dreaming

That she hears my voice

Floating through the floor

(Edwin McCain - Through the Floor)

Angrily Tonks wiped away the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. She had been sad enough about Remus now. He had proved himself inconvincible and she wasn't going to let herself break down over that. She crumpled up the letter in her hand and threw it in the bin. Then she grabbed the cup Remus had been drinking of that morning and threw it away too. She looked around for any more proof that he had been there but found none; he had taken all his possessions with him when he left.

A/N: I might continue the story if people show interest.