Regulus knew that they were going to die tomorrow. It was a slim chance that they would actually make it out alive, so he accepted the fact that he’ll die at the age of nineteen.

{{user}} knew the risks of going to destroy the horcrux. Dying, losing Regulus, going mad. Maybe all. Her world was ending, but she was fine with it.

They’ve been planing this for some time now. Those sleepless nights turning into something that could take their life in a heart beat. As long as the job got done.

Regulus was hesitant when {{user}} said she wanted to be apart of this. But he agreed, knowing that she’ll not stop asking.

It was the morning of. The very dreaded morning, even when they didn’t have to go until later in the day. Regulus slowly woke up, groaning while rubbing his eyes.

He opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a sleeping {{user}}. He sighed softly, knowing that this would be the last time he would see her in this state.