A/N: Very short lil thing x

You're running. You're running ever so fast. So fast you cannot breathe. Your chest is heaving, heavy.

You pause, holding onto the wall in desperation, trying with utmost effort to regain your breath.

You hear footsteps behind you and quickly you rack your brain for an excuse.

An excuse for the swollen lips, messy hair and panting breath.

But it's only him, and you sigh in relief.

"Lily," he says directly to you, his eyes shining in the moonlight, "You can't keep running."

You can't keep running. It sounded absurd when he said it out loud, but you know it's true. You look into his eyes; they're so hazel, so full of truth.

It's the third time this has happened. You ask him to meet you. He turns up. You make out. You chicken out. You run.

He has been so patient all the while you mess with his emotions. The second time, he even sat holding you whilst you sobbed your heart out on his shoulder.

He is looking at you in earnest and you owe it to him, you know you do.

You love James Potter, that much is clear.

But you lack one thing. Trust.

Your last boyfriend of a whole year had cheated on you for four months. Four. It had taken a whole summer and more to heal, and you didn't even love him.

You look into James' eyes once again and you know he won't hurt you. You know it.

But your emotional defence mechanism; it knows nothing.

So against your own will, you start running again.

It pains you to do so, but as you look back at him, he gives you a look. A look of pity but of understanding.

He will run after you again.

Because he's James Potter and that's what he does.

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