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Love,
"You are my sunshine." Gosh, did those words sound beautiful as they reverberated through Lily Evans's mind-ringing out through the silence of the pale moon's light.
Sunshine. It was a wonderfully musical word-filled with hope and promise. The idea of brightness and fiery passion flowed through Lily's mind as she hugged James close.
"You are my sunshine." He had claimed her as his own-she was his and he was hers. It was not only a statement of affection-but a statement of ownership.
At the thought of being owned…Lily's heart suddenly faltered.
She did not want to be a simple belonging.
She did not want to be a convenience that could be indulged at the owner's leisure.
She remembered the time she had spent with Severus. She recalled the way he had looked at her throughout the years-as if he had owned her. As if she were a delicate rarity to be possessed.
It was those instances when Lily had feared Severus a bit-feared what he could become someday. She had feared becoming an object to Severus, and that was why she was so reserved presently.
She did not want James to abuse the power that she had given him over her. She had revealed her true feelings for him and feared that he would use those feelings to change her-make her someone that she did not want to be.
Make her un-Lily-like.
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And yet-Lily realized that the way that James had said that sentence…when he had said those words he was not planting a flag on Lily's head and claiming her as his own. No. James was simply and beautifully re-affirming their emotional tie.
By calling her his, James Potter was showing Lily Evans that she was the most important person in his life-that he cared about her.
She really, truly hoped that James was as wonderful as he seemed.
Lily looked down at the toes of her worn Mary-Janes, content.
It was oftly wonderful to be cherished by someone-especially if that someone was James Potter.
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