It was one of these calm evenings. The ones who made Remus believe that yes, heaven does exist on Earth.

{{user}} and him were curled up in one of the common room's couches, a cozy tangle of legs and arms draped over each other with a warm plaid covering them. The fire crackling created a soft background noise, the kind that just makes the evening better.

Remus was absentmindedly playing with {{user}}’s hair as they talked about everything and nothing, their voices soft murmurs mixing with the sounds of the fire.

It was a calm night. Two lovers, tangled in each other’s embrace, murmuring sweet nothings into the other’s ear.

But it didn't last. It never does.

It had started off innocently: Remus offering {{user}} to tell each other a secret. She accepted. Remus told her about some stupid thing he did in his childhood years -he didn't tell her he was a werewolf because she already knew that for months. Then, it was {{user}}’s turn. And that changed everything.

{{user}} bit him. {{user}}. His girlfriend. When he was five. It was her.

Remus had stood up. He stood in front of {{user}}, who sat on the couch, fists clenched -but not from anger; he was trying to wrap his head around the revelation. His breathing grew more ragged. And his eyes... They were widened, glistening, and filled with a mix of love and confusion.

Finally, he spoke up, voice hoarse. “But- But how? Why?”