happy birthday, xxGrimxLullaby!
just another perfect mistake
It's not where our story ends,
but I know you can't be mine.
-"This Ain't Goodbye," Train.
You call her Evans and you laugh at her when she's having one of her patented Lily meltdowns. You're the foil, the opposite in every way, to James, the one who showers her with flowers and pretty remarks and chances for a fairytale life. And it's assumed by everyone that this is just another JamesandSirius plan, cleverly crafted to send Lily flying into James' waiting arms. And maybe it is, but you can't help watching in anticipation as Lily angles herself towards your Black clouds instead of James' sun. And maybe you sleep in Herbology, but you know that flowers need the sun to thrive, and you're not good for her.
But you're Sirius Black, and you move forward anyway, and when you kiss her, your heart thumping in your chest, you're not thinking of your best friend. You're thinking of the softness of her skin and the brightness of her eyes and the feeling of her lips on yours.
But you're Sirius Black, and you never get attached, and when she asks you where this is going, you don't lie. You tell her that it's always going to be JamesandLily, and anything else is as unsubstantial as air. You tell her that while you can build her a castle in the sky, James can create a kingdom on earth for her, and she should know that too much air can spark a fire.
And you're Sirius Black, and you hold her when she cries, and then you kiss the top of her head and call her stupid, and you don't say anything when she walks away from you and your darkness and towards James and his sun.
Because you're Sirius Black, and you'll do anything for the few people you love, and so you whisper goodbye, the word leaving your lips as light as air, and you sit back and watch her thrive in the warm light of the sun.
