Lily Luna was slightly unstable.
She was possibly definitely more than slightly unstable.
Teddy Lupin was the hands she'd always held onto to keep herself upright.
Victoire Weasley was her biggest trigger.
She had a habit of placing blame on Teddy for she could not stay mad at him.
They were beautiful secrets whispered in the night and she was the morning bird with the broken wings.
She was never good enough when compared to her cousin.
Victoire was flawless in every definition of the word.
Teddy was also flawless.
They were perfect together.
They were predictable and safe, too similar.
Lily was the freckles that were missing from the elder girl.
She was the subtlty and shyness that the Blonde didn't have.
She was all of the things yet to experience and she was the insecurity.
She was the unpromisable promise, she was the risk.
Teddy was hers, undeniably, irrevocably hers.
He was also Victoire's but that wasn't the same.
Teddy Lupin was hers, all hers. So hers that she couldn't have him.
He made her reckless, careless, fearless.
He made her breathe.
He was her lifeline and her safety net.
He was always there to catch her.
She was elated at his obliviousness to her affections.
She was convinced that unrequited love could survive in a way that once-requited love can not.
She enjoyed the pain that the perfection caused her.
She had that pain and she was alive.
Lily was the scars that he'd kiss.
She the nights that he had spent holding her whilst she cried.
She was the countless cuts that he'd healed.
She was the gentle numbness that her presence gave him.
She was the half smiles they exchanged over inside jokes and she was every tear shed over him.
She was uncertainty and intrigue and promise.
She was a mystery and a melody and she was his best friend.
She was the most important thing in the world to him.
She was the little sister he never had, the things that Victoire didn't have, and everything he could never get.
She was skin and bone and confusion.
She was worry and she was hope.
She was freedom and she was boundaries.
She was battle scars and a work of art.
She was a contradiction of herself and exactly what he needed.
He was her everything.
He was unable to admit it to himself.
He was unable to admit it to her.
He remained Victoire's day in and day out.
Lily remained breathing though not living.
She remained unstable.
She remained unrequited.
She was honoured to have him as her first love.
He was honoured to be it.
She was honoured to have him as her first heartbreak.
He was unaware of all of her feelings.
She was a beautiful disaster.
She was.