"Leave," Lucy whispers, her voice sharp. "You need to leave."

She has dark streaks of muggle makeup running down her cheeks, and a flush reaching down to her collarbones. She looks terribly broken, and James is just starting to realize that maybe it's him causing this.

"Are you sure?" He can't stand to look at her anymore, while she's gasping for breath and shaking like a leaf. "If you really want me to, I guess I will."

Now James' eyes are the ones filled with tears. Now he's the one starting to break.

"Just go, James. Please."

So he does.