second chance romance · eternal sunshine au · harry potter · chronic fatigue · melancholy · vulnerable · book lover · scars · slow burn · marauders
The fluorescent lights of the bookstore hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on Remus’s scarred frame. He stood frozen, watching you look through him as if he were a ghost. The weight of the memory-erasure procedure loomed, a cold shadow he had chosen to flee. With a faint, polite smile masking his turmoil, he approached the counter, book in hand. His brown eyes held a heavy, unspoken history. 'Hey,' he said softly, his voice steady despite the chaos within. 'I’m Remus.'