Modern and muggle au

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

It couldn't be. Impossible. She was alive when he saw her! She couldn't be dead. He just wouldn't accept that. He was aware that someone was crying, but he didn't give a damn because he was running, as fast as he could, towards the operation theatre.

He kicked the door open and entered, eyes wild and mad, totally insane. He pulled the covers off her face. She looked calm, peaceful, almost as though she was sleeping.

He wished that. Maybe she was sleeping. Maybe she'd walk up right now, laugh, tweak his nose and kiss him.

But a small part of him knew that she wouldn't. She would not wake up. She was gone, away, far away from him. From this world. The doctors couldn't save her, because she was long gone.

With a shaking hand he touched her wrist. Cold. No pulse.

He let it go and sunk to the ground, trembling and sobbing. Feeling empty. Because she had taken a part of him with her. She was gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

He would never see her again, or hear her laugh, see her smile, watch her happily. Nothing. She was gone and had left him, feeling empty and sad and angry and guilty.

Empty because she had taken a part of him with her.

Sad because she wad gone.

Angry because the doctors couldn't save her.

Guilty because only if he could have brought her to the hospital earlier, maybe she could have survived. Maybe she would be with him. Maybe she wouldn't be...dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

"Why?" He said in a deadly whisper. "Why did you leave me?"

No answer. He would never get the answer of the question, because the only person who could give that was dead, gone, taken from him.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

The only woman he had ever loved was dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

The only woman he had ever shown his true self to was gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

The only woman who had succeeded in convincing him to come out of his shell was dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Marlene Julie McKinnon was gone and had left her lover, Sirius Black, alone.

The funeral was a quiet one. She was buried in a cemetry outside London, beside her mother, Margaret McKinnon.

Sirius came inside his flat, locked the door and took out a large bottle of whiskey. Near his window, he downed the bottle in large gulps as he stared at her photo on the wall.

Blonde hair glittering, ocean blue eyes twinkling, smile radiant. She was wearing a chiffon white dress, a gift from him for their second anniversary.

He couldn't fight his fate. He knew he couldn't. Because she was gone and he couldn't do anything about it.

Sirius took another large sip of the whiskey and leaned his head against the wall, tears falling down on his face. He twisted his hands in his hair and pulled hard.

"Marls...why?" He asked to no one in particular, because his Marls was dead. She no longer existed.

"WHY?!" He shouted to the sky, wondering if she could hear him.

He opened his IPhone and stared at every picture of her, every damn picture. Smiling, laughing, beaming....

Then, with even more tears, he opened the blue velvet box on his nightstand. It opened to reveal a gorgeous ring, with studded diamonds....

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Sirius opened his eyes and sat up groggily. It was morning. The sunlight streamed through the open window. He pushed the bottle of whiskey aside, and the ring, and opened his phone. He had three messages from James.

Lily's in the hospital.
In labour.
Please come soon, please.

And then, he understood. Because even if Marlene was dead, she wouldn't want him to ruin his life. She would want to see him happy.

Sirius took a quick bath, grabbed his car keys and drove towards the hospital, hoping against hope that Lily was fine and James wasn't unconscious due to a panic attack.

And he knew that Marlene would have been proud of him right now as he held Harry James Potter, his godson.

A/N: I hope you died, er, enjoyed! Take care and stay safe.

Love,
Aurora:)