An: the sequel to my darling James! Read and review the other one, then
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Disclaimer: Plot-mine. Characters- J.K. Rowling's.
Sweet Lily,
Please read this note. I know you don't want to, and I understand that. After all, I wouldn't read a note from you if you did what I did. But Lily, listen. I understand you. You have told me before that you felt like no one knew you. Honey, I know you. I know your laugh, and the way you always eat your sandwiches by ingredients, and how your eyes will sparkle when you are planning some mischief. After all, I am your James. And that will never change. I will be yours, even if we both die tomorrow. I am your James. You complete me, Lily. Without you, I am a shell. Nothing. You know my dreams, and me. I can say anything around you. I don't need to guard my words. With you, I'm not James Potter: Head Boy, and you are not Lily Evans: Head girl, beauty queen, Miss Popularity. We are Lily and James. Together. Lily, you are my soul, and I'm losing you. My darling, how can I make it up? You are so adult, yet like a child. You delight in everything new, and will hang on to anything you love. I have seen you defend me, to anyone who puts me down. You are still Lily. But you know that saying sorry won't make up for hurt, and you have been hurt far too often for me to hope you have forgotten that lesson. But I know you will never forget me, my dear. You can't. We are too old, for our 17 years. Far to old, growing up in a world of hate, afraid of love lest it be snatched from us when we need it most. But we had it. We had the dream, the dream of everybody. The dream of love. Even though I am a stupid 17-year-old, I feel so old. And so do others, I can see in their eyes. I never wanted to be apart from you, but I had to do what I thought right. It was wrong, but to be me I needed to do what I do. And you once loved me. That is a fact that will never change, and you can't change it. I won't change it. So, Lily, since I love you, I can never see you. Think of me kindly, and tell your grandchildren about the man you once loved, but was stupid and afraid. Good bye, Lily. Good bye.
James
Disclaimer: Plot-mine. Characters- J.K. Rowling's.
Sweet Lily,
Please read this note. I know you don't want to, and I understand that. After all, I wouldn't read a note from you if you did what I did. But Lily, listen. I understand you. You have told me before that you felt like no one knew you. Honey, I know you. I know your laugh, and the way you always eat your sandwiches by ingredients, and how your eyes will sparkle when you are planning some mischief. After all, I am your James. And that will never change. I will be yours, even if we both die tomorrow. I am your James. You complete me, Lily. Without you, I am a shell. Nothing. You know my dreams, and me. I can say anything around you. I don't need to guard my words. With you, I'm not James Potter: Head Boy, and you are not Lily Evans: Head girl, beauty queen, Miss Popularity. We are Lily and James. Together. Lily, you are my soul, and I'm losing you. My darling, how can I make it up? You are so adult, yet like a child. You delight in everything new, and will hang on to anything you love. I have seen you defend me, to anyone who puts me down. You are still Lily. But you know that saying sorry won't make up for hurt, and you have been hurt far too often for me to hope you have forgotten that lesson. But I know you will never forget me, my dear. You can't. We are too old, for our 17 years. Far to old, growing up in a world of hate, afraid of love lest it be snatched from us when we need it most. But we had it. We had the dream, the dream of everybody. The dream of love. Even though I am a stupid 17-year-old, I feel so old. And so do others, I can see in their eyes. I never wanted to be apart from you, but I had to do what I thought right. It was wrong, but to be me I needed to do what I do. And you once loved me. That is a fact that will never change, and you can't change it. I won't change it. So, Lily, since I love you, I can never see you. Think of me kindly, and tell your grandchildren about the man you once loved, but was stupid and afraid. Good bye, Lily. Good bye.
James