AN: Yey! I finally wrote my first completed fanfic! I'm sorry it's really short but it has been in my imagination all morning, so hopefully I didn't make any mistakes! Please Enjoy! Constructive criticism much appreciated!
Disclaimer, I don't own James and Lils-Her Majesty, JK. Rowling owns them! I just the plot and Lily's letters.
Her Last Note.
James slammed the door of his apartment, threw his jacket onto the floor and cried. Lily had been killed the night before in Diagon Alley. Even though it had been two years since they had broken up, he still loved her more than anything. But now it was too late.
He kicked his bedroom door open, angrily sweeping everything off his desk. Pictures of him and Lily flew to the ground and shattered in their frames. He started kicking his bed in rage, tears spilling out his eyes as he did so. Suddenly, a shoebox slid out from under his bed, his name drawn on the lid. Slowly, he opened it to find hundreds of messages written in Lily's neat scrawl in the box.
Her letters. The notes she never sent.
Slowly, he picked up the first one.
I smile when I think about you and the way you pulled me on the dance floor.
Your soft words.
You were so patient with me, teaching me to dance.
I couldn't even look you in the eyes.
But it was the best night of my life.
My hand in yours.
Thank You.
Then another.
My biggest fear is truly being alone forever
I just want to be loved.
He went through hundreds and hundreds of notes. Things she never got the chance to tell him about, until he reach the last two. Unlike the previous notes, they were addressed to the box.
Dear Box.
I think I'm in love with my best friend.
He makes me feel safe and always makes me happy.
Everything about him is perfect.
Love,
Lily.
James traced the words. Everything about him was perfect. Then moved on to the last note in the box.
Dear Box,
We had a fight today.
And I broke him.
I broke my best friend.
Now he erased me from his life, and he has every reason to.
He's gone and I don't know what to do.
I really think I should stop writing.
Because, all I ever write about now, is him. And I can't do it. I can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry.
Love forever and always,
Lily.
James threw the box at the wall in regret. They could have been perfect together, but he never gave her that chance. Instead he let her die.
"I need to get away from all of this." He stood up. "I need some fresh air."
He grabbed his jacket from the floor and ran out his apartment, trying to understand what he had just read. How he had lost Lily and how it was all his fault.
However he didn't know that one final message had fluttered down from the box,
Her last message.
It's been two years since you stopped talking to me.
And I know I should be over it. Over us.
But I still miss you every single day.
I love you.