It is storming outside, raindrops falling mercilessly against the window panes. In retrospect, the weather was begging for something to happen. But not like this. One moment he is sitting, bored yet content, and never imagining that one knock at the door could change everything.
It ends up being several knocks, a weakdesperate pounding, and he could've sworn that's what your heart stopping feels like:
forlorn figure ready to collapse in the doorway,
inky locks falling into eyes emanating hopelessness,
and (pleaseplease don't you reject me too).
Not a word is said as he drags Sirius inside, but James remembers (bloodbruisesgasping),
his soul twisting in half, and maybe that's what love is.