Remus couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every time he turned around, he saw her face, her beautiful, perfect, face, but when he blinked, it was gone. He could hear her laughter. He could see the wink of her eye in the moon. She was everywhere.
Remus hadn’t spoken to her since she said last week that she still wanted them to be friends. He couldn’t. There was something in him that hurt every time he saw her. Something inside him that ached in pain places he didn’t even know existed. He couldn’t talk about her without his breathing becoming ragged. He couldn’t sleep; scared he would dream about her. He wasn’t really living, technically. Just existing.
“Moony?” Sirius’ voice interrupted his thoughts which were, as always, revolving around Sunday.
“What is it?” He didn’t sound normal. He tried to clear his throat.
“Have you seen Sunday lately?”
That pang. That pang that hit him square in the chest when he heard her name. “No. What about her?”
“She’s gotten...” Sirius paused, biting his lip.
“Gotten?” Remus prompted.
“Skinnier? She’s always been thin.”
“I know that, but I’m telling you, she’s getting thinner by the day.”
Remus whipped his head around, ignoring Sirius’ curious questions. He could smell her. Sunday. She was close. He could tell by the way the air thickened.
And there she was, walking past him, easily, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She was wearing a tight, black dress that showed off her lean figure. Her wrists were tiny. Her thin ankles peeked over black heels.
“She has gotten skinnier, hasn’t she?” Sirius mused, looking over Remus’ shoulder. Remus said nothing.
“She looks gorgeous,” Remus muttered. “Where is she going?”
“Hogsmeade, I’d expect.” Sirius popped a Chocolate Frog in his mouth. “God, she looks like a knockout.”
Remus turned around, feeling anger drip out of every pore. Although they weren’t even together anymore, he flared every time somebody as so much complimented her. He was protective. She was still his.
“Whoa, mate.” Sirius raised his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean-” His voice trailed off, as his eyes widened, looking at something behind Remus.
“What is it?” He asked, turning. Then he saw it. Sunday, leaning over, her hands clasped to her stomach, retching and vomit splashing on the floor. Everybody reeled back in disgust, complaining things like, ‘Oh, my shoes!’ and ‘That smell is horrid.’ And ‘Somebody get a teacher!’ except for Lily, who rushed forward, helping her up, dragging her to the bathroom.
“I’ve got to go,” Remus said over his shoulder. Sirius grabbed his arm.
“What is it? Let go, I have to help Sunday-”
Sirius bit his lip. “Mate, I don’t think you should.”
“Why the hell not?” Remus tugged his arm back again, but Sirius held fast.
“You said she hasn’t spoken to you since last week and-”
“Well, yes, but she also said she wanted to stay friends.”
“You said she hasn’t spoken to you since last week,” Sirius repeated. Suddenly shy, he looked down. “Sorry, but...don’t you think that means she doesn’t want to?”
“Lily! Lily!” Remus called, knocking on all the doors of the girls’ hallway.
“Remus?” Lily poked her head out of an open door. “What is it?”
“Where is she? Where’s Sunday?”
“I cleaned her up and changed her. She said she was going down to your room-”
Those words were all it took. Remus sprinted down the stairs, and up the boy’s tower. He ripped his door open. Sunday was sitting on his bed, in a sweatshirt that belonged to him, that she borrowed and never gave back. It skimmed the top of her thighs.
“Hi,” he said softly, a little breathless, walking slowly up to her.
“Hi,” she said back. He could tell she had been crying, red rimming her eyes, her face flustered.
“Are you alright?” Remus asked, tentatively. He couldn’t believe, after a week of silence, that they were having an actual conversation. As awkward as it may be, it was a conversation all the time.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“So...the vomit...it was...”
“I just felt a little sick.” She smiled at him again. A small, shy smile. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Painfully real. “I’m fine.” She repeated.
Remus shuffled his feet. Sunday, noticing, patted the mattress next to her. He sat, and he could fee her body warmth radiating towards him.
“Do you have a shaver?”
He doubled back, thrown off by her question. “A what?”
“You know, a shaver. You shave with it? Do you have an electric one?”
“Um...yes, I do.” Uncertainly, he stood up, and walked into the bathroom. Sunday followed He picked it up, handed it to her.
“What are you planning to do with it?”
She turned it around in her hands, then pressed the on button. It vibrated in her hands, and she smiled. “This,” she said, holding it up, and shaving a straight line through the parting of her thick, brown hair.
Remus felt his mouth drop open, but he couldn’t say anything. He watched, shocked, as she continued to shave until her head was completely bald.
“Sunday-what-doing-why-?” He spluttered.
She tilted her head, left, then right, staring in the mirror. “Wow. My head is so light.”
“Sunday, why on earth did you just do that?” Remus looked at her swan-like neck, which was now strikingly visible, instead of being hidden under her waves.
“Well, my hair is going to fall out someday.” She turned and faces him, smiling maniacally. “I might as well do it now.”
“Sunday, it’ll fall out when you’re around a hundred years old.”
She shook her head. “You know,” she said, leaving the bathroom, shaking off some locks of hair that had clung onto the soles of her shoes, “I have a really strong feeling it might have fallen out sooner than that.”
A/N: If you haven't figured it out yet, one chapter is in the present, then the next is in the past. Present, past, present, past.... and so on. I hope you're enjoying the story, please drop by a review ! x
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