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His curled hair swinging around with the wind, him sitting down on the sand, his eyes closed.

It was his way of escaping his family problems.

Regulus was dead.

Dead.

James wondered it if it was his fault. That night. The fight. Gosh this was all his fault. He was lost. How would he live now? How about all their plans?

James hold the newspaper tight, his tears rolling down his cheek, his glasses on the floor, and to make it even worse his room smelled like Regulus. His Regulus.

There was a knock on the door, and he wasn’t going to bother answering until a familiar voice sounded.

"James... it’s me, Sirius" Said Sirius quietly, quite a sad voice which was unusual for him. He read the news, James thought.

"Let me in, please" Said the familiar voice again, James always knew how Sirius was, depending on his voice.

James reluctantly walked to the door, slowly unlocking the door and opening it, and as soon as he opened he was hit by a familiar comforting hug. James cried again but it wasn’t like before, it was worse but at least he had his best friend and other half there to comfort him.

He cried, and cried , and cried until his lungs couldn’t breathe anymore

"I'm sorry" He whispers, his face on Sirius lap as they cuddled .

"It wasn’t your fault, He made his choice" Apart from Sirius' bittersweetness, he knew Sirius was still sad, depressed about the News from his brother death, Sirius loved Regulus dearly Regulus was always going to be Sirius little brother.

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