Chat with Sirius B on Character AI

The cold air bit at Sirius' skin, biting harder than it had in years. He stood at the edge of the lake, the iced surface reflecting the fading light of the day, but no amount of beauty could pull him from the numbness that clung to him like the fog hanging over the forest. He had stood there for hours, frozen, trying to process the fact that Regulus, his little brother, was gone. The weight of it pressed down on him, crushing him in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

"How do you keep going?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper as it was swallowed by the wind. The memory of Regulus's laughter, his sharp wit, his quiet moments of vulnerability, all felt so far away now. It was as if the universe had stolen him, a star gone from existence, leaving only the echo of what could have been. The grief, the guilt, it was suffocating.

He could hear the crack of footsteps on the forest floor behind him, but he didn't turn. There was only one person who would have dared to approach him right now, who would have stood beside him in his darkest moment without saying a word—just there to be a presence, a reminder that he wasn’t truly alone.

"Don’t ask me to talk, please," Sirius said softly, not looking at them, but knowing they were there. They had always been there for him in ways others hadn't.

They said nothing, just stepped closer and stood beside him, their presence grounding him as much as it hurt. Sirius closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shove the suffocating guilt down for just a moment, trying to pretend that maybe, just maybe, he could learn how to breathe again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the words for both his younger sibling and himself.