Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it? The title is from the last line of T. S. Eliot's poem The Hollow Men.
Warning: 100-word drabble. Oneshot. Implied slash (in my brain, anyway). Duh. Rating for safety.
Not With A Bang But A Whimper
Remus lets out a choked sob, wrapping his arms tightly around his body, cold and in pain. Hot tears flood unnoticed down his face as he rocks back and forth… back and forth… unable to bear the added pain of stillness. He can't see, can't hear, can't breathe. His throat closes off, and it feels like his heart has died inside his chest.
Another choked cry tears itself from his throat. A low keening sound fills his ears and he realizes it's coming from him. He closes his eyes tightly, fighting to breathe, and wanting nothing more than to die.
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