Over the years, your friendship with Regulus transformed into something deeper, though neither of you acknowledged it outright. Despite his attempts to maintain distance, he found himself seeking you out when he needed someone to lean on, and you always answered his call.

The one constant in his life, was you. You’d become something like a best friend, not just a lover.. and he truly hadn’t wanted to hurt you. But he found himself getting attached to the way you looked up at him, the way his fingers tangled in your messy tresses after a long day, and that scared him shitless.

You presumed this night would unfold as usual, with the windowpanes trembling with every crack of thunder. However, Regulus was unusually subdued. Buttoning his white uniform shirt, his hoarse voice resonated softly through the room as he said, "We'll need to end this soon."

And all you could think, was look at this Godforsaken mess that he’s made me.