Warning: Pistol (gun), death, Roman hating on Remus.

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He remembered it very vividly.

The sounds of rain pelting hard against the roof and the mansion windows. The view of the lit fireplace to the side of the room. It could've been so peaceful with the quiet rumbles of the storm off in the distance, but of course, it wasn't...

It couldn't have been peaceful.

Not with the person he had grown up with holding a pistol in his hand.

His own brother.

"R-Roman, wh-what are y-you...?" The 24-year-old asked.

"You know what I'm doing, brother." He spat.

"But why...? I did nothing..."

"Don't play dumb with me, Remus! You did everything wrong and that's the problem! You don't belong in this family!" Roman yelled, "No one loves you anyway, no one even likes you, I hate you!"

"Ro-" Remus got cut off by something piercing his heart. His vision faded to black and he fell into unconsciousness.