Chapter Two: You'll think of me
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
James Potter lay on the stone floor with his eyes closed. He wasn't sure where he was; all he knew was that it wasn't where he was supposed to be. His eyes fluttered open and he remembered why exactly he wasn't in his familiar bed. He was in an empty and cold hallway. Lily. His flower, his dream. He had finally realized that nothing was there. He was trying to get over her and it hurt. It hurt every time he saw her. Her eyes full of hope enough for the world. Her face like a star to guide him. When he had seen her with another guy she had burnt out for him. He knew it was only his fault that she wasn't with him, but he hadn't imagined she would be with anyone else. There had always been the thought that she would always be there. Something reachable, but now the assurance was gone and she had stepped a little out of reach.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
He lay there on the floor silently and still. No real use in moving because no matter how far he went her never quite arrived. After he had figured out Lily really didn't like him he started a process of ignoring her. He gave up on her. Everything he had from her had to be cleared away. He knew it would take a while. Over the years he had collected so many memories, dreams, and images of her. But none-the-less he knew it was time. Lily noticed. He knew it. She had started looking at him differently. Something he would never let himself think was longing sat behind her eyes. She was different. But that was all well because he was different too. He spoke nothing to her for days at a time and now she chose to think of him.
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
He had gone out flying for hours last night. He went in circles over the forbidden forest and let his feet drag the treetops, not caring who saw. What did reputation matter when his purpose was gone? It seemed to him that Lily was the only thing that made him. What he was know for. He was fed up with being all about one person and them not having a clue. He had given up. And after last night. Lily had kissed him. His dream for so long was suddenly broken and he couldn't enjoy it. He had walked away. This is where he had ended up. Lying on the floor of a forgotten hallway. This is where the road had lead. He knew he had taken a wrong turn some where along the way, but to get back he would have needed directions.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
He had to walk away last night. He was almost there. The glimmer of hope at the end of a long day. He had made a stride. Losing his dependence on Lily. Every part of him and his life had been planned for Lily. When he walked he walked the path she did just for a chance to see her. He had stopped doing that. He had been taking his own way and just being whom he wanted with no limitations. And then Lily had come to him, as she hadn't before. His chain of glass recovery had been shattered. All but one link. He still had his memory. The times she had hurt him before still remained and he remember them. He walked away this time. He left her in the common room with only her thoughts. Now he was lying in a hallway with his own.
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
He sat up and leaned against the wall with his elbows on his knees. His hands raked through his hair as he thought about her again. He remembered a time when she had fallen asleep in the common room. He had taken her book from her chest and placed his sweater over her. It was a cold night and he could see that she was shivering. She still had that sweater somewhere. He knew that some day she would find it and remember him. Maybe she would figure that he wasn't so bad after all. That he only moved for her and every decision was intended to please her. He knew he had messed up, but he knew he didn't deserve to be ignored and walked on because of it.
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
He hoped and tried to assure himself that this was the right choice. If he walked away before it started nothing could get worse. Lily would move on too. He would think of her always, but now he knew she would be thinking of him as well. She would think of him. The thought gave him determination. It also struck him with a sorrow that he chose to ignore. He wouldn't go back. Once he did there would be nothing to go back for. He forced himself to believe that it was all illusion and he was starting to succeed. He just kept telling himself having her wasn't possible.
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
He rose to his feet on tender legs. So long of flying had made him sore and sleeping on the floor didn't help. He looked around and discovered he was only a short distant from the common room. He couldn't remember why he had stopped when he was almost there in the first place. His steps were wobbly, but he kept going. He couldn't let anyone see him lying idly in the hallway. Surely they would know the reason. Every time he had ever been sad had been from Lily. She was the only one who didn't realize. Now he wouldn't be sad again. He couldn't. After what seemed like years he reached to portrait and climbed in. As soon as he had pulled his last leg in he felt even more strained. He remembered why he had been on the floor in the hallway as he fell helpless and unconscious to the ground.
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
Lily was across the room and heard a loud and dull thud. Her head turned quickly away from her friends. The friends that disapproved of James just as much as she did. They didn't know what had happened last night. Lily hardly knew herself. She saw James, lying on the floor, and desperately she had to know why and if he was okay. She rushed over to his side and kneeled next to him. She checked his pulse. Still alive. She felt his breathing. A little slow. A pale tear slipped down her cheek and landed on his. His eyes blinked open and saw a blurry Lily above him, but they only closed again.
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
James Potter lay on the stone floor with his eyes closed. He wasn't sure where he was; all he knew was that it wasn't where he was supposed to be. His eyes fluttered open and he remembered why exactly he wasn't in his familiar bed. He was in an empty and cold hallway. Lily. His flower, his dream. He had finally realized that nothing was there. He was trying to get over her and it hurt. It hurt every time he saw her. Her eyes full of hope enough for the world. Her face like a star to guide him. When he had seen her with another guy she had burnt out for him. He knew it was only his fault that she wasn't with him, but he hadn't imagined she would be with anyone else. There had always been the thought that she would always be there. Something reachable, but now the assurance was gone and she had stepped a little out of reach.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
He lay there on the floor silently and still. No real use in moving because no matter how far he went her never quite arrived. After he had figured out Lily really didn't like him he started a process of ignoring her. He gave up on her. Everything he had from her had to be cleared away. He knew it would take a while. Over the years he had collected so many memories, dreams, and images of her. But none-the-less he knew it was time. Lily noticed. He knew it. She had started looking at him differently. Something he would never let himself think was longing sat behind her eyes. She was different. But that was all well because he was different too. He spoke nothing to her for days at a time and now she chose to think of him.
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
He had gone out flying for hours last night. He went in circles over the forbidden forest and let his feet drag the treetops, not caring who saw. What did reputation matter when his purpose was gone? It seemed to him that Lily was the only thing that made him. What he was know for. He was fed up with being all about one person and them not having a clue. He had given up. And after last night. Lily had kissed him. His dream for so long was suddenly broken and he couldn't enjoy it. He had walked away. This is where he had ended up. Lying on the floor of a forgotten hallway. This is where the road had lead. He knew he had taken a wrong turn some where along the way, but to get back he would have needed directions.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
He had to walk away last night. He was almost there. The glimmer of hope at the end of a long day. He had made a stride. Losing his dependence on Lily. Every part of him and his life had been planned for Lily. When he walked he walked the path she did just for a chance to see her. He had stopped doing that. He had been taking his own way and just being whom he wanted with no limitations. And then Lily had come to him, as she hadn't before. His chain of glass recovery had been shattered. All but one link. He still had his memory. The times she had hurt him before still remained and he remember them. He walked away this time. He left her in the common room with only her thoughts. Now he was lying in a hallway with his own.
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
He sat up and leaned against the wall with his elbows on his knees. His hands raked through his hair as he thought about her again. He remembered a time when she had fallen asleep in the common room. He had taken her book from her chest and placed his sweater over her. It was a cold night and he could see that she was shivering. She still had that sweater somewhere. He knew that some day she would find it and remember him. Maybe she would figure that he wasn't so bad after all. That he only moved for her and every decision was intended to please her. He knew he had messed up, but he knew he didn't deserve to be ignored and walked on because of it.
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
He hoped and tried to assure himself that this was the right choice. If he walked away before it started nothing could get worse. Lily would move on too. He would think of her always, but now he knew she would be thinking of him as well. She would think of him. The thought gave him determination. It also struck him with a sorrow that he chose to ignore. He wouldn't go back. Once he did there would be nothing to go back for. He forced himself to believe that it was all illusion and he was starting to succeed. He just kept telling himself having her wasn't possible.
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
He rose to his feet on tender legs. So long of flying had made him sore and sleeping on the floor didn't help. He looked around and discovered he was only a short distant from the common room. He couldn't remember why he had stopped when he was almost there in the first place. His steps were wobbly, but he kept going. He couldn't let anyone see him lying idly in the hallway. Surely they would know the reason. Every time he had ever been sad had been from Lily. She was the only one who didn't realize. Now he wouldn't be sad again. He couldn't. After what seemed like years he reached to portrait and climbed in. As soon as he had pulled his last leg in he felt even more strained. He remembered why he had been on the floor in the hallway as he fell helpless and unconscious to the ground.
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
Lily was across the room and heard a loud and dull thud. Her head turned quickly away from her friends. The friends that disapproved of James just as much as she did. They didn't know what had happened last night. Lily hardly knew herself. She saw James, lying on the floor, and desperately she had to know why and if he was okay. She rushed over to his side and kneeled next to him. She checked his pulse. Still alive. She felt his breathing. A little slow. A pale tear slipped down her cheek and landed on his. His eyes blinked open and saw a blurry Lily above him, but they only closed again.