A ridiculously cold breeze for the end of September blew down the street whistling shrilly in the ears of the people walking in the freezing cold rain. Well, perhaps I should say person. Only one person, a Mister Remus J. Lupin, was possibly crazy enough to brave the elements that night. He walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets, rain running in streams off of the spelled cloak, blowing puffs of breath at irregular intervals as he tried to familiarize his lungs to the cold air. Yes, it would have been easier to apparate to where he was off to, but it somehow felt…wrong to. His sneaker splashed into a puddle that had found a home in a hole in the road but he barely noticed, so lost in thought.

His heart ached. His head swam. He fully refused to believe what he knew was certainly and horribly true. He was alone. His best friends, James Potter and Lily Evans, were gone. Dead. Killed by the He Who Must Not Be Named in the last hour of his reign before their son, Harry, somehow mysteriously defeated the most feared wizard in the world. But, possibly worst of all, he had lost the love of his life. Two months ago when the Order of the Phoenix ran to Harry's rescue at the Ministry of Magic. His own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, killed him. And when he died, a part of Remus died as well.

Sirius Black.

Not two days before he had confessed his love to Remus and was shocked and pleased beyond words to find the feelings mutual if a bit shy. Those two days had been the happiest of their lives. They had found the one they wanted to be with for the rest of their lives. But it was not to be. It was snatched away from them in too short of a time.

Remus arrived. He was at the grave of his lost love. From the folds of his cloak he produced a rose that he had grown himself. He had meant to give it to Sirius the day he died. He looked at the perfect redness that the rose possessed and suddenly his eyes welled and his chest burned with anger.

"NO!"

He fell to his knees tearing the rose and beating the ground without mercy.

"COME BACK, SIRIUS! You can't be dead! No…. No…" He moaned, sobs shaking his thin frame. He hadn't meant to tear the rose. He took a petal in his hand, crying, as though he had killed his own child. "I love you, Sirius. Please don't leave me." He felt foolish for crying and talking to a slab of marble. Suddenly, he felt warm as though a pair of strong arms enveloped him. He felt a kiss on his cheek and closed his eyes, enjoying if not understanding the situation. Then, as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. He took a deep breath of cold air and bowed his head. The rose was there, untouched. It's perfect color still retained. However, in a slightly darker shade on one of the petals, it read: I Love You, Too.

This was my first attempt at anything halfway slashy. I hope you liked it. R&R please!