As Lily ran away from the only man she'd ever loved, she felt her heart
slowly breaking. Why would he do that after all those years of asking
her
out--after all those hugs, all those kisses? Lily knew a lot of things,
but
what she didn't realize was that no matter what he did, he was the man
she
loved--the man she hated--the man tha,t no matter what, she would care
for,
and vice versa.
The man that Lily loved was just behind her, but she didn't know it.
She
didn't want to know. She didn't care. (But she really did.)
James was just behind her, hoping Lily would slow down. He was an
athlete,
but not at running. He could see her red locks ahead, bobbing up and
down as
she ran. Finally she slowed down a bit.
Lily stopped at a statue to rest, but she didn't know what or who she
was
running from. Was it James? Was it the girl she'd seen in his arms? Or
was
it Lily herself? Soon the answer was clear: she had run all the way to
Hogsmeade and into the Hog's Head to have a bit of a drink, even if it
was
illegal.
