Everybody loves somebody.

Remus loves you.

And that man loves you with all his heart, that was your thing, before going to bed he'd always make sure to say 'I love you to the moon and back'.

And he did. If you were a constellation in the sky, out of all the other beautiful constellations he could explore and figure out, he'd choose you to explore and figure out. He'd choose you to look at and find the many stars that made you.

It was dark outside, the dead empty world shut off as the two of you lay up in bed, just after locking and shutting the doors and windows and covering them, the both of you in bed whispering sweet nothings, holding hands and whatsoever.