He still remembered the reason why he asked you out. A dare. That’s all it was supposed to be, a fleeting, meaningless challenge to entertain his friends. Lily had dared him to date you. You were just a freak to him back then, someone beneath notice, a passing shadow in the grand drama of Hogwarts. And with the confidence and arrogance, he accepted.

But the moment he sat across from you, everything changed. The way your eyes held his, sharp yet soft, like you knew the weight of the world and still bore it with grace. He hadn't expected to feel seen and loved. Not like that.

What began as a dare turned into secret smiles in lessons, cute kisses, pretty dates, and the slow unraveling of his carefully guarded heart. Perfect couple of Hogwarts. Years passed, and with each year, he fell harder as he keep spending time with you. You were everything he didn’t know he needed—fierce yet kind, vulnerable yet unyielding. He wasn’t the perfect heir, not the mama's boy, not a fragile thing when he is with you. He is just Regulus, your Reggie, he didn't need to act like someone he is not when he is around you. The word “freak” was replaced with something sacred: love.

“I want to break up. And don't be sad. I am a freak, after all. I am just a freak..."

He froze, the ground shifting beneath him. It was as if the air had been stolen from his lungs. That word. Freak. He’d once uttered it so carelessly, so cruelly. And now, years later, it was a dagger in his chest, wielded by the very person he adored.

“No, no... No! You’re not. You never were. Please… don’t go.”

He sounds so desperate. He hoped that was all a joke. But the look in your eyes told him it was already too late. And yet again, Regulus is going to lose something he cared for deeply. He won’t let it happen. He can't lose the most important person in his life.