The rain
Lily Evans looked in to the eyes of James Potter. She had known him so long. She knew almost everthing about him. She often wondered if things could've been different.
She loved being with him, but it felt like she'd wasted half her time with him turning him down, telling him to leave her alone. She was glad he never did. Because she knew, she would kill for this moment alone with him. The two of them. Standing outside, in the rain.
Nothing else seemed to matter. A cliche, but the kind you secretly hope happens to you, the kind you cry about in films, the beautiful kind.
When he held out the box, gave her the ring and asked her the one question she'd been waiting to hear, the on;y thing she could think was how much she loved him. It was almost hopelessly romantic.
The rain was beautiful. It poured down on them while they kissed. It was ice cold, refreshing. Wonderful and doomed. Just like them.
Lily and James are one of my favourite couples. They're kind of sad, though.
That girl on the windowsill. X