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A/N: Hey :) Well, this is going to be a series of one shots, worth ten chapters for a challenge I'm doing called The Ten, Twenty, Thirty Chapter Challenge. I do hope you enjoy :) x
One: Alone We Fall
Loneliness is like a black hole. It consumes you, it indulges itself on you, and it eats you right up.
Loneliness cannot be physically felt, but it is always present.
It is present under your duvet at night, as you curl up into a tight ball, longing for a warm embrace.
It walks next to you as you stroll around the park, lonesome. Loneliness stalks you, it stays with you forever. It makes you feel so cold, so alone.
And alone you fall.
You fall into silence, you fall into withdrawal, and you fall into hiding, secluding yourself in the dark corners of this busy world.
Alone, you are nothing. Alone, you know no one; you see no one and you are not anyone.
Lily Evans was alone.
She was bottled up with pain, grief, fear and cold. Her emotions were volatile.
She did not speak, merely observed. She watched as James Potter slung his arm around some beautiful brunette, and her heart ached with misery.
Lily Evans longed for somebody to warm her bed at night, somebody to take late night strolls with, somebody she could talk to, tease, pretend with and love.
But she didn't want just anyone.
She wanted him.
Him and his crooked glasses, crooked smile, general crookedness. Him with his bright smile and tight hugs and cute grin.
Her loneliness steadily grew into greed. Every day she would want him more, she would want him to herself.
But she was too late. James Potter had long since forgotten his claim to her heart, and had more recently shown a keen interest in remaining friends with her.
Lily was not looking for a friend. Lily was falling, falling into a limbo where she did not want to be.
James Potter was alone.
He was not alone physically; he was surrounded by friends, by girls and by lovers.
But inside, he was alone.
His heart ached in longing for only one person. She had dark red hair and bright green eyes that made him weak at the knees.
Even as he slung his arm around this beautiful brunette, his mind was elsewhere.
He was fixated. He had never wanted anything more in his entire life. His entire being yearned for her, as if it was yearning for food or sustenance.
He spent his nights alone in bed, wishing he had her to cuddle with, instead of the loneliness that consumed him.
James Potter was falling, falling into a stupor, a stupor that had one simple cure; her.
Lily and James were both alone, and alone they fell. Together though, they would hold strong. Together, they were capable of anything. Together they could laugh, love, live happily. Together they could accomplish astonishing things; from saving lives to escaping the clutches of Voldemort.
They just needed to find one another.