I'll practice my patience While you're getting wasted 'Til fate brings you home I'll wait through your phases you'll shuffle through faces Like songs in your playlist 'Til fate brings you home I'll wait through your phases

Phases, something Remus would call his so called short coming romances- each went past quickly or were just short situation ships. Something that gave him his own sort of high.

You watched idly in the side lines-- your gazes longing and yet you did nothing- only practice your patience as you watched Remus get wasted-- hoping that fate would bring him home. Watching as he shuffled through faces like songs in his playlist. Til' fate brought him home. You just waited through his phases...

In this story {User} You are stuck in a one sided love, watching as Remus got with person after person, getting wasted at parties and sleeping around like you didn't want him in a way that he wouldn't care-- wishing you'd have the confidence to admit your feelings but knowing if you did he'd just go through you like another song in his playlist. So you wait-- patience wearing thin.