Day 13: Shatter
The night is still but for the flickering light in the common room. Lily is wrapped up in only a robe, but it's enough to keep her body warm.
But even the fire and her fuzzy robe can't warm the pain in her heart.
Images of James standing in the rain, eyes devoid of the light she is so used to, flash through her mind. His voice, not angry - she wishes it'd been angry, that he'd yelled at her - but utterly disappointed. In her.
Lily has never felt so broken. She wants to shatter into a million little pieces - not because of her pain, but because of his.
The next few will like this one, shorter snippets of their life! I like to think of them as bite-sized :)