Lily stared at him anxious waiting for something...anything...a glimmer of acknowledgment. A nod or a shake of the head. But she was getting nothing. As she was about to speak again he quickly cut her off telling her he had to go meet Remus.
She was wrong...wrong about all of it. It was just attention he wanted...it was nothing special about her. She weirded him out and he was leaving now. Now instead of insults or sweet moments like they just shared, it would be awkward between them. Damn it.
Foolishly part of her secretly fantasized about him responding like they do it movies. When the leading man is confronted by how he feels by the leading lady, he sweeps her into his arms and kisses her. But no...nothing. James didn't sweep Lily into his arms...she didn't even get a response...he just left.
Her heard ached when she heard the portrait hole close. Why did she build herself up like that. Think for a moment that maybe they are telling the truth. Maybe James does like her, truthfully and honestly. Lily felt stupid for believing it for even a second now.
She went to her paper to see if she could finish it but her thoughts were swirling and she knew she wouldn't be able to finish it. Part of her wanted to take a bath and go to bed, but she knew her restless thoughts would keep her awake so she simple laid back on the couch. Lily felt a tightening in her stomach almost like...oh no...no, no, she was not going to cry over this. Cry over James Potter, she wouldn't let her sink to that level. To be that pathetic. It was just James Potter, why did she feel like her heart was breaking? Why was she crying about something she never had to begin with? A few tears started to slip out of her clenched eyes as her body shook with her sobs.