It's a new twist on an old favorite. This is a story (yet again) of the development of Lily and James' love. But what if James was incapable of loving, and feared it? Lily is determined to make him love. And love without limits. (Lily point of view)
The Clear Blue Sky's the Limit
Do you ever get that feeling that someone is looking at you? Like, not just looking, but staring? That's how it was for me in Arithmancy today. I was copying notes form the board and I just felt this burning from across the room. It's hard to describe exactly what was burning.
I glanced upward to discreetly survey my classmates and he was there. Looking, gazing with intent. His intensity made me uncomfortable, almost to the point of embarrassing exposure. His eyes did not deter from my direction as I scanned the diligent writers and avid sleepers. His eyes lit up, and his lips contorted into a vaguely sweet smile. His charm again. What ever is he smiling at? I have done nothing.
Then out of the corner of my eyes I see the girl sitting next to me has ceased her note taking. (Boys can make a girl do that, and vice versa) She was the one the hazel eyed boy was watching. His girlfriend? She sat to my right, and he across the room, our desks facing each others. I looked her way, my head angled from its usual 90 degrees to 180 degrees to make myself appear as though I were interested in the part of the wall where it meets the ceiling and a particularly blunt wooden beam.
She was smiling foolishly now, making herself look stupid and very obvious to the professor. Her lips mouthed some words; I knew it was her worst mistake, and she would soon be in tears,… and single. Would he return the emotional vow? Indeed not.
The bell rang, and knowing how he would handle the next few moments (due to previous girlfriends who made the same error), I stayed behind to clean my "spilled" ink that had gotten "knocked" off my desk.
He stopped her right outside the door after everyone had left. His words came, infamous to my ears from the stories of heartbroken wretches with a "sad" story to tell.
"Can we talk?"
She smiled meekly, either out of ignorance, naivety, or knowing what was coming.
"Sure." She replied.
He sighed, somehow every time he did this it hurt him.
"I don't think that I'm good enough for you. I don't think that I feel for you the way you want me to."
She began to cry. He continued.
"Look, don't cry. Believe me, you'll forget about me. I promise. Find yourself someone better."
She was shaking with tears. He tilted her chin upwards so that she was forced to look at him, and long for a kiss. He was so cruel.
"Someone to love you."
She nodded her head in regretful understanding.
He never broke up with a girl in the same words, and it always seemed genuinely heartfelt. But then, his famous line…
"We can still be friends."
But this girl was different and did not want that. She shook her head at him in disagreement. In a barely audible whisper, she spoke.
"I'd rather forget."
He responded calmly, apparently not too unhappy.
"Okay then."
He hugged her, and they were over.
That was when I became determined to make him love. That was when I began to love him. I would have him looking at me form across the room, with me smiling like a fool, me that told him that same thing. Except, he would respond, and he would mean it.
But for now, those three words were death to any girl who spoke them to James Potter.