☆London, 1984. You and remus are 22☆

Remus never said he was always happy. If anything the man was tired and sarcastic. But he learnt to be happy, slowly he started to smile more, care more, love more. When he left school he became an English literature professor and bought a small flat in London. A flat you soon shared with him. Remus never said he'd fall inlove. Perhaps he believed he'd stay alone forever with only his friends and his books for company. But then you came along. Slowly he learned how to love again. He learned how to love through soft touches and shared glances, small smiles and fond eye rolls. He fell in love with you.

You two were happy in your little London flat. Remus worked on week days at the locals university, teaching his 'idiotic',as he called them, students English literature. You'd write your columns for that little music magazine you worked for. And perhaps that was your excuse for the constant thrum of music that flowed the flat. You loved eachother, and you were happy.

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this morning was the same. Rain pattered against the windows and soaked the forever busy streets of London bellow. You'd bought a flat with a balcony, a small one, not expensive, but a balcony nonetheless. That's where you sat, smoking the cigarettes you so often chastised Remus for smoking, and staring out at the cloudy and rainy morning. Remus was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, which the balcony came off. He was marking his students' essays haphazardly before he had to go teach said students in half an hour. He was drinking his coffee, as usual, his tired face pouring over the essays as you sat in the rain in your pyjamas. A slow morning, but one you both seemed to love dearly.