5. Sapphires
Lily Evans. Pure perfection.
From her short, light brown hair that flowed down her back to her, well she was perfect. There was no other way to describe her. I knew her better than anyone. I knew that if you looked at her eyes in just the right light, you might see a hint of sapphire in her deep, dark, green eyes. I knew that if you asked her what was most important in her life, she would say those she loved. I knew that if given a choice, she would help everyone. I knew of her hopes and dreams. That was Lily.
James Potter. Idiot.
He was ignorant and dim witted. He was oblivious to the fact that he wasn't all he thought he was. Him and his stupid little gang of friends thinking they were oh-so cool. Well they weren't. He cares more about his stupid snitch than he does about her. James didn't deserve her. He doesn't know her. Not like I do.
She was my best friend. She was. I don't know what happened. She told me over and over how we would always be best friends. I made fun of her whenever she said that; she sounded like such a girl. But now as I watch her, laughing and joking - looking so happy - while I sat here, miserable, I wish she still beleived that.
She looked over at me. I couldn't stand the look in her eyes. It was indescribable. I saw pain. But I also saw slight hatred. I don't know why. When I said she was too good for him, I was just telling the truth. I could tell her the honest truth about everything. Everything but what I felt. Not that it mattered. She had him. She had James.
A/N: So again. My muse is being a butt & not hepling so this is another bad one but I need to catch up bad. This is my l o n g e s t drabble yet so yeah, reveiws are love;D