I hate her.
I was her before she came along.
We were the couple that everyone wanted to be, beautiful, charming and very much in love.
I'd watch him at Quidditch, and he would watch me study.
We were so happy.
I would always say after it ended that the only reason why he dated her was because she looked like me.
The same red hair, and the green eyes (though of course, mine were more spectacularly coloured).
She and I were very similar, with similar tastes in school, music and so it appeared, boys.
Yes, I always said that she reminded him of me.
Because I couldn't face the truth.
I reminded him of her.
It was her red hair and green eyes that he looked for in me.
It was her taste in school work and music that appealed to him.
I was the substitute.
I was the pretend.
I was Lily Evans before she was.
And try as I might, I still hate her for that.