A/N I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO VERY VERY VERY VERY SORRY
SORRY SORRY!! It's been such a long time since I've updated and I don't
even have that great of a fic...(ok don't rush to protest) lol jk but
seriously, I'm having writer's block! I don't know what to write!! I'm
having a writer's meltdown! Although, I am working on another fic that I
think will come out to be truly good. Oh! I'm so proud!! lol ok..I tried my
best on this chapter since I haven't been updating for awhile.
Confusion, shock, worry, regret, frustration, and pain were what James felt at that precise moment. To put it simply, James was baffled.
Did she say what I thought she said? No, I must've been dreaming, but..how could she still love me? It's been too long. I've hurt her so many times.
What am I gonna do about Emma? I don't want to harm her. Causing pain to two women isn't exactly what one would call great. I guess the right thing to do is tell her the truth.
I love Lily.
Those three words lit his face with sweet misery. A smile broke upon his lips, but, in the back of his head, the worry of what Emma would say strained him from complete happiness.
He left Emma alone at her front doorsteps utterly and completely clueless. He couldn't bring himself to tell her when she was so happy. He would wait until the next morning. He would tell her then, just not now. Now wasn't the right time.
~*~
"Hey, James. How are you, honey?"
"I'm fine, thanks. Emm, we need to talk."
"Okay."
~*~
"I'm sorry, Emma. I truly am. I never meant for this to happen."
With a bittersweet smile on her face, she said, "You can't control your heart, James. I understand. Fate has a funny way of catching up with you when you least expect it, especially when you shun it away. You and Lily were destined for each other. We weren't."
"Yeah, well, I was too blind to see that before. I'm sorry, Emma. I never meant to hurt you and I give to you the right to slap me right about now." "Hehe.I think I'll pass, but thank you."
"Bye, Emma," he said with a smile.
"Goodbye, James."
~*~
Lily stood in her dorm room, looking around for anything she had overlooked.
"Everything's packed."
She was leaving London. She had been there for her college years and now it was time to leave. She had to go away; she couldn't stand wallowing in her past forever. She decided to finish her studies in New York, where she could begin a new life.
She picked up her luggage and headed out the door. She said goodbye to her roommates and friends. She took one last glance at her home for the past three years.
"It's time," she finally pronounced, more to herself than to the driver of the taxi.
~*~
It was utter chaos in what Muggles called an "airport;" people running about everywhere, children crying and complaining nonstop. James didn't know where to go to find Lily. Her roommate had told him that she was leaving for America in an hour. He couldn't understand why, but he had to stop her. He had to tell her how he felt if that was the last thing he could do.
He ran to the nearest airport clerk.
"Do you know where I can find the gate for the flight to America?"
"What time is the flight?"
"I don't know! In...an hour or so?" James was growing impatient.
"Well, there's two flights leaving at that time."
"LOOK, BUDDY! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS LEAVING ME FOREVER AGAIN IN AN HOUR AND SHE HAS NO CLUE THAT I FEEL THIS WAY!! SO JUST GIVE ME DAMN GATE NUMBER AND I'LL LET GO OF YOU. GOT IT?" James had the clerk's shirt collar in his hands, pulling the clerk out of his seat.
"Okay, sir. If you would just let go of me, maybe I could check the schedule."
"Oh, sorry."
"Okay, well, the airplanes departing for America are both here. One is going to New York and the other to Nebraska. Which one do you think the 'love of your life' is going to?"
"Ha ha. Very funny, smartass. Just give me the gate number for the New York flight."
"Okey dokey. It's gate number 507, Flight number 256."
"Thanks."
~*~
James ran as fast as he could to wherever the hell his feet were taking him. A glimpse of red hair caught his attention.
"LILY?!"
Confusion, shock, worry, regret, frustration, and pain were what James felt at that precise moment. To put it simply, James was baffled.
Did she say what I thought she said? No, I must've been dreaming, but..how could she still love me? It's been too long. I've hurt her so many times.
What am I gonna do about Emma? I don't want to harm her. Causing pain to two women isn't exactly what one would call great. I guess the right thing to do is tell her the truth.
I love Lily.
Those three words lit his face with sweet misery. A smile broke upon his lips, but, in the back of his head, the worry of what Emma would say strained him from complete happiness.
He left Emma alone at her front doorsteps utterly and completely clueless. He couldn't bring himself to tell her when she was so happy. He would wait until the next morning. He would tell her then, just not now. Now wasn't the right time.
~*~
"Hey, James. How are you, honey?"
"I'm fine, thanks. Emm, we need to talk."
"Okay."
~*~
"I'm sorry, Emma. I truly am. I never meant for this to happen."
With a bittersweet smile on her face, she said, "You can't control your heart, James. I understand. Fate has a funny way of catching up with you when you least expect it, especially when you shun it away. You and Lily were destined for each other. We weren't."
"Yeah, well, I was too blind to see that before. I'm sorry, Emma. I never meant to hurt you and I give to you the right to slap me right about now." "Hehe.I think I'll pass, but thank you."
"Bye, Emma," he said with a smile.
"Goodbye, James."
~*~
Lily stood in her dorm room, looking around for anything she had overlooked.
"Everything's packed."
She was leaving London. She had been there for her college years and now it was time to leave. She had to go away; she couldn't stand wallowing in her past forever. She decided to finish her studies in New York, where she could begin a new life.
She picked up her luggage and headed out the door. She said goodbye to her roommates and friends. She took one last glance at her home for the past three years.
"It's time," she finally pronounced, more to herself than to the driver of the taxi.
~*~
It was utter chaos in what Muggles called an "airport;" people running about everywhere, children crying and complaining nonstop. James didn't know where to go to find Lily. Her roommate had told him that she was leaving for America in an hour. He couldn't understand why, but he had to stop her. He had to tell her how he felt if that was the last thing he could do.
He ran to the nearest airport clerk.
"Do you know where I can find the gate for the flight to America?"
"What time is the flight?"
"I don't know! In...an hour or so?" James was growing impatient.
"Well, there's two flights leaving at that time."
"LOOK, BUDDY! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS LEAVING ME FOREVER AGAIN IN AN HOUR AND SHE HAS NO CLUE THAT I FEEL THIS WAY!! SO JUST GIVE ME DAMN GATE NUMBER AND I'LL LET GO OF YOU. GOT IT?" James had the clerk's shirt collar in his hands, pulling the clerk out of his seat.
"Okay, sir. If you would just let go of me, maybe I could check the schedule."
"Oh, sorry."
"Okay, well, the airplanes departing for America are both here. One is going to New York and the other to Nebraska. Which one do you think the 'love of your life' is going to?"
"Ha ha. Very funny, smartass. Just give me the gate number for the New York flight."
"Okey dokey. It's gate number 507, Flight number 256."
"Thanks."
~*~
James ran as fast as he could to wherever the hell his feet were taking him. A glimpse of red hair caught his attention.
"LILY?!"