𝒐. in which scarlet bridget is the epitome of everything sirius black hates.
━━━ ❛ somewhere along the way, I realised it's always been you ❜ 'ˎ˗
part of the fatal flaw series
sirius black 𝒙 fem!oc
marauders era
rosyclarissa, 2023
𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗜𝗜 ━━ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 128. now 21, cheating death
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𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗨𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗. 𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥. Broken secrets, broken hearts, broken promises, broken all over. He only feels cold, no sense of warmth enveloping him in the usual way the cottage of Godric's Hollow does. Just cold, frostbite wounding his skin, blood flow frozen all over.
Cold all over.
An aching, nervous panic that Sirius had once crowned himself incapable of feeling rose into his chest. That glass heart resting in his bloodied ribcage shattered on the spot, and the shards of glass tricked to the floor of the Potters' House—to stare back up at him, glinting until it blinded him.
It was not only Sirius Black's heart that was glass-made. It was the entire world that shattered at the moment, pieces of glass circling and getting lost and then in a futile attempt, it tried to rearrange itself. The world tried to rearrange all its sharp pieces, trying to make sense of itself without the living soul of James Potter.
James was dead.
The world was dead. Cold all over.
The glasses that fell askew which he was not fixing, not running a hand through his tangled hair. That arrogant grin was unseeing, that spark in his eyes vanished.
He kneels, the hazel eyes were now dull and lifeless. Black collapses all over him, pressing his cheekbone against James' unmoving chest and just... just begging. Pleading for him to wake up because he did not know how to go about life without James. He wanted to be there forever, just holding James and taking scraps of his warmth to electrify his own heart. There was nothing else to be done. No purpose left.
"Please," he begged and begged, "please, I'm sorry, wake up." Then he is sobbing violently, head still laying on his chest, "get up, get up, get up."
His head felt like it was made of rocks as it lifted, and his endless tears covered James' face and glasses.
"Please," he cries, "please, wake up, don't— don't leave me. James, James, no, James, please, James, James—"
It's all gone, forever, everything destroyed. Years of laughs and pranks and tears and mischief and bright memories and arguments and yells and wise advice and torment and fighting frontlines and tear-shed and more laughs, it was all destroyed within a blink of an eye.
