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Lily Evans looks at her boyfriend.
He was stunning. Handsome. Stunningly handsome. He had the darkest hair, and the brightest blue eyes.
He was an amazing lad too. He bought her delicately wrapped gifts, he walked her to her dorm every night, and he complimented her at least five times a day.
But when she looked at him, she felt nothing.
When she embraced him, there was nothing.
When she kissed him, it was nothing.
He didn't have messy brown hair and hazel eyes.
He was not James Potter.
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