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Lie To Me | Regulus Black

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Pairing: Regulus Black x EX! GN!Reader, GN!Reader x GN!OC WC: 888 CW: Angst, talks of breakup, not being able to move on, use of Y/N, Cursing, OC is mentioned like once Author's Note: I didn’t think anyone would want a part two to Amnesia so I couldn’t decide if I should do a happy or sad ending so I did both, this is the sad ending Summary: Evan and Barty ask you to visit your ex Regulus since he's been having a hard time moving on. Pt 1 Amnesia

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Why did you agree to do this? Why did you let Barty and Evan convince you this was a good idea?

A part of you was irritated that Alex thought this was a good idea as well. Alex was your partner, why did they say they were comfortable letting you do this?

Honestly a part of you was hoping they wouldn't be okay with it so you could use it as an excuse to not do this. But here you are.

While you knock on the door you hope that Evan and Barty were wrong and that maybe he moved or maybe he wasn't home.

But luck was not on your side today apparently. 

There he was, Regulus Black. The man who was supposed to be your forever. 

You could see now why Barty and Evan sent you. You could tell he hadn't slept in days, that he wasn't eating right and there was no hint of the last time he had seen the sun.

“Hi, Reg.”

You say softly. He looks stuck for a second.

“Can I come in?”

That seemed to bring him back.

“Um, Yeah. Yes.”

As you walked in you looked around and noticed nothing looked different. Everything that you left looked the same. It was kinda heartbreaking.

You sit down on the sofa while Regulus sits on one of the armchairs.

“How have you been, Y/N?”

“I’ve been good, Regulus. Really good actually.”

He just nods, not looking at you and then whisping.

“You look happy.”

“I am. How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

You sigh and look at him taking in everything. It didn't take a genius to see he wasn't fine.

You couldn't help but be irritated. You came here as a favor to Barty and Evan because they are so worried about him. You didn't know what they expected you to do. You couldn't get him to talk the last few months of your relationship. Why would this be any different?

“I know you're not fine. I can see it, Regulus. I'm just here to try and help. To give you some closure, help you move on. I can't do that if you won't let me in, even just a little.”

He just sat there, he didn't move or say anything’ You clenched your jaw. You didn't want to be mad but you couldn't help it.

You were supposed to spend your life with him but all that went down the drain when he started doing what he's doing right now. He threw away the future you both planned together because he decided to shut you out.

A part of you felt bad because you weren't as patient as you used to be with him. Maybe it was the love that made you patient because right now you felt anything but.

You stand up shaking your head.

“This was a waist of fucking time. I should have known better.”

You started walking towards the door.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything real, Regulus. Open up like you used to.”

You turned around to face him and he stood up, sighing.

“I wish we never fucking met because I can't get you out of my head. I want to forget you, but forgetting you hurts more than remembering you. Everywhere I go I’m reminded of you and it fucking kills me but that pain is the only way I know you were ever really mine. When I close my eyes you haunt my fucking dreams, it always start the same, everything will be just like before then you just leave, over and over again. So no, I’m not fine, I'm not fucking happy.”

He had tears streaming down his face. His voice was getting slightly louder with every word, and you could see the heartbreak on his face.

It hurt a part of you.

“Regulus, you can't keep living like this. You can't keep living here, especially with pictures of us up on the walls, with my books here, with the things that we shared. It's holding you back.”

You say softly looking around at all the things that he kept as reminders of you. 

“You need to move on, Regulus.”

“I can't. You're all I have.”

Regulus whispered, his voice cracking. You close your eyes and take a deep breath feeling all the hurt and pain that you worked so hard to get rid of coming back up.

“Regulus, I'm not yours anymore.”

You didn't mean for it to come out as a whisper but it did. You didn't know when you started to cry but you could feel the tears running down your face.

“Don't say that. I know that you don't but if I ask you if you love me, can you just please lie to me? Please?”

You could hear him gasping for a breath in between words. You close your eyes, sighing and then you look him in the eyes.

“I can't do that. I'm with someone, and I'm genuinely happy. You deserve to be happy too.”

“So that's just it? There’s no hope? I lost you?”

He looked so broken, so sad. You wished that you could just hold him and put him back together but that wouldn't be fair to either of you and you knew that.

“Yeah, Reg. There’s no hope.”

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Lover Of Mine (Alt happy ending)

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Draco: *wears a slightly lighter shade of black*

Blaise: I see you’re bursting out the spring colors.

*sigh*

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