Liberation, of a sort.

If anyone remembers back that far, last October or so, I dumped a guy, and wasn't very happy about it at all. I did it because something just seemed off about him - he was too nice, and it didn't feel quite real.

I found out last night from mutual friends that he has since made a complete asshole of himself to other people (in a cheating lying bastard sort of way), and I feel strangely liberated. Hey, my gut was right.

In honour of this occasion, I give you:

( 'Liberation', a post OotP Remus ficlet. If you can, listen to Tori Amos's 'Pretty Good Year' while you read it. Definite soundtrack quality going on there. )