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Regulus could feel the tears prick at his eyes as he stared out at them. He ran his fingers through her long, red hair, and Regulus felt like throwing up. They gazed at each other lovingly, hazel eyes locked on green. And even Regulus had to admit she was beautiful. She could have anyone she wanted, but of course, she just had to pick the man that Regulus was in love with.
Regulus knew it wouldn’t last, that he was just a fling. A distraction. He had never really stopped loving her, and Regulus knew it. Sometimes, when they were still together, Regulus would hear him mutter her name in his sleep. Then Regulus would cry himself into a restless slumber.
Why couldn’t Regulus be happy? Why did everyone else get to be loved?
Regulus knew that he could never be what he wanted or needed. But she could. It didn’t matter that Regulus loved him. Because he loved her. Regulus knew he had been used, but he didn’t care. He wanted nothing more than to be used again by him.