ādo you?ā | james&lily [FLASHBACK]
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āYou donāt recognize the biggest day of your life, not until youāre right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize thereās not enough time because you wanna live forever.āĀ āGreyās Anatomy
( two weeks before, march the first of nineteen seventy-nine. )
People walk, people talk. Thereās nothing more normal and common than walking in the middle of the street, just hanging out, while listening some chit-chat around one corner or the other. Itās perfectly fine and everybody is doing it, except someone isnāt. Nothing odd about that, itās just one good-looking man sitting in a corner and reading, and reading (heās probably waiting for someone or something) - until he isnāt anymore, and heās smiling, and smiling, and running, all other things forgotten.Ā
( three months and three weeks before, december the twenty-fourth. )
December was a nice month, the perfect month, to make promises and proposals - at least that was what they said. He totally didnāt, and wouldnāt for a long time. He had done all the planning, stressed his friends over and over about all the tiniest details, but when the moment had come all the trains going in the āJilyā (stupid Moony and his nicknames) came to a stop. It wasnāt like he had chickened out (he was not afraid to propose to Lily, nor to commit) - it just didnāt feel right. When he had opened his mouth the night before, about to kneel and speak, the only thing that had come out wasĀ āSo, nice dinner, uh?ā. Like he had ever thought about any food he was eating in the two seconds before finishing off the whole meal. It had seemed to him all to wrong and fixed and not his. He would not know if Lilyās face would have brightened up, or if they would have danced in the snow, or if she would have said yes. He wouldnāt, and in that moment, in front of the tiny little fire he had just lightened up, he didnāt care at all.
( two weeks before, march the first of nineteen seventy-nine. )
James Potter was running like his life depended on it, and perhaps it did. So he ran, and ran, and ran, until he found what he was looking for - who he was looking for, the tiny redhead with a blue hat who was in the middle of something (he should have known, perhaps he did, but that didnāt matter in that moment), until the āJames, what are yo-ā was stopped with a kiss.Ā āYouāre the light. You always have been, and always will be.ā
In the streets, as walkers walked by, a book remained under a tree, still opened on a page with a quote underlined despite the wind, as if neither nature wanted to interfere.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āShe burned too bright for this world.āĀ
It was a warm day, lovely for reading, when Lily had taken a walk to the park and sat with a good book. The sun was warm, parting the sky with spring winds. Sheād not been sure where James was upon going on her walk, and left him a note in their flat to let him know where she was headed.
And sheād been in the middle of a rather fascinating chapter of her novel when she heard heavy footsteps. Her eyes left the page, where sheād just underlined with a quill the line āshe burned too bright for this worldā having found it fascinating. Her gaze snapped to the left to where the footsteps were coming from, and instead of finding a jogger, she found her boyfriend with a determined, almost urgent look on his face.
She stood up, having forgotten the book already, and turned toward him, thinking perhaps that something terrible had happened.
āJames, what are yo-ā Her speech was broken as he nearly toppled her over and gave her a good long kiss. It made her smile, the intensity of his kiss and his arrival.
However, he broke it off a moment later, and went on to say:Ā āYouāre the light. You always have been, and always will be.ā
A grin spread across her mouth as she found her cheeks flushing bright red. It was perhaps the sweetest thing heād ever said to her, and it made her feel very warm, very loved. She laughed a little out of happiness and gave him another kiss.
āI love you, too. I do have to ask, though, what brought this on?ā She inquired, though she did her best to show that she indeed appreciated his words, which still resonated in her ears, making her feel entirely elated and, well, happy.
