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Say Something
The story of Lily Evans falling in the pit they call love. Rated T for language might change to M in later chapters
You know how there are times in which you wished you said something? Like at weddings when you just know that the couple is going to be bad for each other, and the priest says, "Speak now or forever hold your piece," and yet you sit in your seat saying nothing. Or when you're in the middle of a fight with someone and you could say all these mean things to someone and win the fight, yet you don't. Why? Why don't people speak out?
You want to know my answer? I think it's because we're afraid. We're afraid of other people's reactions. Hell we're afraid at our own reactions.
For example earlier this year someone kissed me and then when he pulled away he looked into my eyes staring hard and then walked away. I wanted to call him back, yet I didn't. Am I afraid of saying something? Am I afraid of being in love? It makes me laugh. I, being one in one of the bravest houses in the world, the perfect Lily Evans am afraid of falling in love.
Alright so now you're probably wondering who "he," is. Well maybe it's a little obvious seeing as how James Potter is the only brave soul to ever approach and kiss me without my consent…God damn that boy! I swear if I had been in my right mind I probably wouldn't have kissed him back. I probably would have slapped him, calling him a toad or something and walking away. Yet I didn't I stood there like a dolt waiting for something to swallow me up. God damn him for telling me that he loved me! And damn him for making me fall right besides him in this pit they call love!
That inconsiderate jerk.