Until The Very End

by solcmnlysirius

He looked at her like he had just realised what love was, yet he had known since first year. "I love you," he said lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes, "I love you more than always." "I love you too," she replied, planting a tender kiss on his lips. What the lovers didn't know was that there life was a book. A book with not enough pages for a happy ending.

"I'm sorry."

The words rang in her head like bells in an old church. But the ringing wasn't calming nor melodic; it was chaotic. A million thoughts rushing through her head; each more strange than the one before. She couldn't quite comprehend it. She couldn't comprehend the fact that those words had come out of his mouth. That he had said it. Two simple words.

Yet the more she thought of it, she realised that they weren't exactly simple. 'I'm sorry', a phrase carelessly thrown about by people who want to loosen their guilt, by people who want to show regret. It doesn't show that they care, doesn't show that they care about the person they hurt. Or does it?

The phrase itself can make a person think. Can make a person happy, angry or confused. That's what she felt ; confused. But what made it more confusing was the person it had come from. The person who she thought she would never hear say it. The person who had given her hell for the past six years. That person was James Potter.

Potter.