Disclaimer: I don't own Lily Evans, James Potter, or Sirius Black. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. Most of the words James says is from Brantley Gilbert's song "You Don't Know Her Like I do" which is also my inspiration for this one-shot.(:

You don't know her like I do.

I stumbled to the liquor cabinet for the fourth time that morning. How much more, I asked myself. How much more until I can forget?

"James, please, I just- I can't… I'm so sorry."

I popped the top and chugged down a good amount. Work. Please work.

"Lily, wait! Just tell me why, that's all! Why can't you stay?"

I drunkenly flopped onto the couch. Don't think about it. Don't think about her.

"Just tell me what I can do to make you stay."

"Nothing. Please, stop."

Knock knock. "Open up!"

I recognized the voice through the haze. But I couldn't open the door. I was all the way over here, and I didn't want to move. I couldn't move.

"Prongs, open the door, or I'm forcing my way in." I looked around for anything that would make him bring her up. Open whiskey bottles littered the kitchen. Shattered bottles were scattered about the stairs. Empty bottle rolled noisily on the hardwood in the living room.

Nope. Nothing suspicious.

The door creaked open, and I turned my face into the couch cushions.

"Don't leave! Please, Lily, don't leave! I'll do anything, anything, please!"

"Don't beg, James. It doesn't suit you."

"Prongs…What happened in here?" His voice snapped me out of my flashback, but I knew that would only last for seconds. "I know you're awake, don't mess with me." He sounded agitated, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Lily, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Whatever I did, I'm sorry! Just don't leave! I can fix it, I swear! We can work this out!"

"Stop! You know you've already lost this, so just stop!"

"Get off the couch." His voice demanded. But I couldn't. "James! Get up!" No. "I know she's gone." He said a few moments later.

"I don't feel like talking." I told him, with much effort.

"Look… It's stops hurting, okay? I promise." Too much. Too much.

"I don't want to talk." I repeated.

"She's not worth it, Prongs." Too far.

I whipped around, standing, facing this stranger. Why doesn't he understand?

"You don't know her like I do." I snarled. "You don't understand."

"I understand plenty, James."

"You don't know what we've been through!" I yelled, bringing back memories.

"We've been through too much, Lily, you can't just leave like this!"

"I have to!"

"I probably know better than anyone what you've been through, okay?" Sirius yelled back.

"You don't understand." I said quieter.

"Look, James," He sighed. "I'm just trying to help."

"There's no way you can help. She's the only one who can."

"She's not worth it, James, you're not losing anything!" He insisted.

"You don't know how much I've got to lose." I replied, feeling the fight drain out of me. "You don't know her like I do."

I can't forget.

"Let me go, James!"

Why can't I forget?

"Lily, please, stay."

Why can't I breathe?

"Prongs, you've got to let go."

"How can I?" I said, slumping back into the couch.

"She's nothing, James, I'm telling you." He said. I couldn't comprehend exactly what he was saying. "Just some girl you took a fancy to for a while. It's over, now, she's gone."

"You don't know her like I do." I said, looking up at him. "That girl's my best friend."

"You have other friends, James. She's taken nothing from you by leaving."

But, I don't listen. I can't.

He doesn't know her like I do.