𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐑.𝐀.𝐁

I'm sorry for everything.
R.A.B.

Callisto quickly opened the second piece of paper hiding in the folder, hoping it would clear that awful prank up. Yet, tears were already streaming down her cheeks, as she tried to read the second letter. The letters seemed to twist and turn in front of her eyes, only causing her to become more distressed by the second. She hadn't registered Remus waking up next to her, alarmed by the muffled screams next to him as she bit hard on her palm.

"Listo," He called, his eyes widening as he saw her. Her knees were brought closer to herself, a piece of parchment on her hands, almost torn up from her tight grip. Her head was bumping against the headpost as she cried, her expression more panicked than he had ever seen it.

His eyes fell on the picture lying on the bed, chills rushing over his body as he saw the three Slytherins together.

"I can't read it." Callisto choked out, her head banging against the headboard more roughly. Remus tried to take the letter from her hands, only to be pushed away, her grip on the paper becoming stronger.

He didn't try to take it away from her this time, instead putting a hand behind her head and bringing her closer to him. The paper was stained with tears, the ink pooling in some places and making the obscure handwriting almost illegible.

Master Regulus said I should deliver these to you if he doesn't return.

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Unlike Callisto, Sirius hadn't cried, nor banged his head on the wall. He had just left the house, completely disappearing for the entire day and coming back the next morning, barely able to stand. He reeked of alcohol and smoke, blood covering his broken knuckles. It was the look in his eyes that had scared Remus; something inhumane burning behind his dark grey eyes as he shed the first tear.

James was immediately called on site, bringing Euphemia with him.

Remus was stuck between the two rooms, the bedroom where Callisto had secluded herself in, and the living room. Her door was closed and locked shut, no noises coming out of it, except for when he really tried to listen. Her crying was faint, but still as heartbreaking, the door remaining closed no matter how much he knocked or pleaded for her to let him in.

The door stayed shut for three days.

Three days, during which Callisto had felt like dying. In fact, if she could die, just to give him back a few more happy moments, she would. She didn't know what was more messed up; the fact that Regulus Black was younger than her, yet dead, or the fact that she could do nothing about it.
Memories seemed to plague her mind, her body unable to get up and do something just so she could
forget. She was submerged in grief, her head hurting from thinking too much, her eyes red and always glistening with tears, and her body so heavy, she could barely lift a finger.

She didn't have the energy to eat, but she couldn't sleep, instead being stuck in the middle, with her thoughts as her only company.

It didn't help that she could remember everything.

She could remember the first thing he had said to her, as well as the last. She could remember every single facial expression that would take over his features when he got happy or annoyed, his subtle mannerisms that Narcissa would mock. She could remember every single talk and sleepless night.
It hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it.

There was nothing to calm her down, no cure, just that overwhelming pain in her chest that was only accentuated by her lack of medication.

The day she came out of the room, it was strictly because she couldn't stop her hands from shaking.