LILY-CONCQUERING MISSION BEGINS

(LILY'S POV!!)

Another exhausting day of exhausting work. When Lily got home she found that it was empty. Emi was nowhere to be found. She grabbed her handbag and her coat and hung it on the hanger she had inherited from her grandmother (a/n: bit of a stingy granny, I hear?). She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. The truth be told she wasn't very hungry, so she just picked some fruit and went to the bathroom to have a magical-spa bath. As she realised she was in need of serious relaxation, she decided to go later to bed and have some hours of sleep.

Though she tried and tried, peaceful sleep would not come to her, and if wasn't because of the lack of will. She had drank hot milk, hot chocolate (Dumbledore's advice) – why, she had even counted sheep! But nada de nada, she still had her eyes wide open. 'Great… simply fantastic… oh well, I'll read a bit…'

She lit the light and picked the book she had on her nightstand. It was a Muggle one that her mother had recently sent her, because, according to "The Guardian", 'it is a book whose good critics have been this time accurate and fair'. She didn't really want to read it, but her mother would pest her about it for sure. She'd better read it or Mrs. Evans would be fairly disappointed in her daughter.

So she took the book and stepped into the balcony to get some fresh air. The wind whipped her face viciously as she dropped the book somewhere around. She stayed there for some time, enjoying the night. After some days of rain, the earth was fresh and the sky was clear. She could see millions of stars there. She then felt alone, very alone, and she wanted to break into tears.

She walked to the tentative edge of the balcony.

JUMP.

… DON'T JUMP…

…JUMP…

…DON'T JUMP…

…JUMP…

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A shriek broke the silence of the night…

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And then… shh, nothing.

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How the hell is she going to talk if she's dead, huh?

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A deep breath.

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Did you really think I as going to kill her? Let's rewind: brurruu wroorru wruu stop play

Slowly, she retreated and went to a near seat. It wasn't much of a surprise when she notice under her buttocks a bouquet of tulips with a note next to it.

Forgive me

She took a deep breath. She was a turmoil of feelings. On one hand she felt happy, grateful… but on the other… she had a wound in her heart that was killing her with pain… she didn't know why she did it, but she tore the flowers and threw them away.

'I must forget you…'

Obviously, she couldn't have known that she was being watched, that a pair of eyes had been waiting for hours on end to see her reaction when she found the flowers and the note. From a corner, James saw that the hopes of ever winning her back were as shattered and shredded as the failing flowers.

He tried hard not to cry.

N/A: I know is very, very short, but sorry. Kristen only has send me this one. I'll write her asking for another chapter, promise!!

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