Twilight Kisses by Roxy
Lily Evans had been sitting by the lake or the past hour, crying. She cursed herself or being such a baby.
She picked up a stone from underneath the hand she was leaning on. She ran her fingers over the smoothness, the perfection. And she threw it.
The lake had considerably calmed her down. She had done all the cliché things that people do when their boyfriends break up with them. And somehow they gave her the vague sense of satisfaction.
She had torn up all the stupid love letters, the doodles in her notebook filled with his name, the pictures. All of them went into a box and were burned, the ashes blown away in the wind over the lake.
And she cried and was miserable.
James Potter, one of her best friends, quietly approached her and sat down next to her.
"We missed you during dinner," he said, softly.
"Well. I wasn't very hungry," she said in a hoarse voice.
"The house elves baked the chocolate chip cookies that you like. I saved you one." He handed her the cookie.
"Thanks, James," she smiled in spite of herself.
"I heard what happened. I'm sorry," he said, awkwardly.
"I feel like a fool. He broke up with me for another girl. And she's probably smarter than me, prettier than me, and more fun than me." She sniffled and dabbed at her eyes with her sweater sleeve.
"Look at me Lils," he whispered. She turned from the lake and he looked at her in the eye. " No one is more beautiful than you, or more fun than you, and no one is as smart as you are."
"Really?" she smiled.
"Yeah. You aren't a fool; he was. Sooner or later, he'll realize the big mistake he made and will have to live with it or the rest of his life."
Lily wished her eyes weren't so watery. She reached up to dab at her eyes again, but James was already there to kiss her tears away.
Her hand found his and they shared a twilight kiss.
Lily Evans had been sitting by the lake or the past hour, crying. She cursed herself or being such a baby.
She picked up a stone from underneath the hand she was leaning on. She ran her fingers over the smoothness, the perfection. And she threw it.
The lake had considerably calmed her down. She had done all the cliché things that people do when their boyfriends break up with them. And somehow they gave her the vague sense of satisfaction.
She had torn up all the stupid love letters, the doodles in her notebook filled with his name, the pictures. All of them went into a box and were burned, the ashes blown away in the wind over the lake.
And she cried and was miserable.
James Potter, one of her best friends, quietly approached her and sat down next to her.
"We missed you during dinner," he said, softly.
"Well. I wasn't very hungry," she said in a hoarse voice.
"The house elves baked the chocolate chip cookies that you like. I saved you one." He handed her the cookie.
"Thanks, James," she smiled in spite of herself.
"I heard what happened. I'm sorry," he said, awkwardly.
"I feel like a fool. He broke up with me for another girl. And she's probably smarter than me, prettier than me, and more fun than me." She sniffled and dabbed at her eyes with her sweater sleeve.
"Look at me Lils," he whispered. She turned from the lake and he looked at her in the eye. " No one is more beautiful than you, or more fun than you, and no one is as smart as you are."
"Really?" she smiled.
"Yeah. You aren't a fool; he was. Sooner or later, he'll realize the big mistake he made and will have to live with it or the rest of his life."
Lily wished her eyes weren't so watery. She reached up to dab at her eyes again, but James was already there to kiss her tears away.
Her hand found his and they shared a twilight kiss.