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James cried, he cried all throughout Saturday and Sunday. Now, on Monday, James stopped crying. He couldn't, all he could think about was how selfish he was being for crying and not caring for Sirius, who had lost his brother. He felt guilty about Lily; what would she say if she knew he was crying his eyes out for his ex-lover—his dead ex-lover, he thought bitterly. He loved Lily—honest to Merlin, Morgana, and Mother Magic, he loved her—but... she wasn't Regulus, his star. Everything about their love was young and innocent, fragile, not like with Regulus. Their love was something else; it could move mountains. It was confident, secret, but constant. It was everything; it consumed everything, leaving nothing in its path but James's broken heart. Both knew that it wouldn't be forever, but they liked dreaming about it—their forever—a house near the sea with a clear view of the stars. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine it. He sighed, got up, and shoved every thought of Regulus into the deepest, darkest pits of his mind—his star didn't deserve that. He ignored that little traitorous voice and moved on. He had work today.