August [j.p]

014- But you dream of some epiphany

Just one single glimpse of relief
To make some sense of what you've seen
With you, I serve
With you, I fall down, down
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epiphany

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Heartbreak felt cold. It felt like concrete drying in August's chest. This heartbreak was unexpected, as they always were - top of the world one minute and cut down the next. Why was that?

In moments of utter devastation like this, August wished that she had a loving family. A mother who would hold her tight as her father made tea in the kitchen.

Maybe a little brother or sister trying to cheer her up by making silly faces.

That is what she always wanted. A big family full of love.

Maybe it was foolish, maybe it was utterly idiotic but August found herself making her way over to the Potter house.

If her own mother would not hold her, Euphemia would.

She raised her hand to knock on the backdoor, hesitating because what if James opens up.

She was just about to turn around when the door swung open and revealed the boy she was trying to escape.

On second thought, maybe crying to his mother wasn't her brightest moment.

"August" he said shocked, his eyes round and his eyebrows raised.

"I was just leaving" she sneered.

"I was just on my way to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you." She started walking back to her house as he fell into step beside her.

"Just one moment August." He grabbed onto her arm desperately.

She flinched back and spun sideways to face him.

"No! Do you know how many chanced I gave you? How many times I just let you get away with hurting me because I thought I could bear it. So no, you can't have a moment because I'm going to move on James. And you're going to stay away from me."

"I realized I was in love with you!" James shouted as he spread his arms open.

"It was 3am and I couldn't fucking sleep. Because sleeping meant dreaming of you and I would not be able to bare waking up in a world where you weren't by my side. And my heart couldn't bear that burden."

He stepped closer to her until their noses were brushing.

Her blue eyes were scanning his face as if she was trying to find a lie.

To say that her eyes were blue was like saying the sun is yellow.

Sufficient but not accurate enough to capture the burning.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

He fell down to his knees in front of her, it would always be her he would kneel for.

"I am so sorry."

"It's not going to be that easy." August regarded him with little interest.

"What?" James asked bewildered, blood rushing to his cheeks.

"You can't just expect to fall down on your knees and get me back. I'm going to make you sweat." She smiled

"I wouldn't have it any other way." James grinned up at her.

"Goodnight James." She said as she walked away.

"No goodnight kiss?" He shouted after her.

"The sun's already coming up hun." She nodded to the sun peeking its head into the sky.

James smiled ear-to-ear as he watched the sun rise, bringing so many new possibilities along with it.

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"James Fleamont Potter! I swear to Merlin I will hang you up by your ears from the Quidditch goalposts!"

"Woah!" James took a step back from his best friend, who was so angry he was basically red.

"I give you this awe inspiring speech about what an idiot you are." Sirius shoved his finger into James's chest aggressively "I spell it all out for you. And what do you do? You run off in the bloody wrong direction."

"Sirius." James stopped the boy mid-rant, "I ended things with Lily."

"You ended things with Lily?" Peter sat up on the couch abruptly in disbelief. "You? James Potter? Crazy obsessive guy."

"Yes you gits." James sighed.

"Atta boy! And August?" Sirius enveloped his friend in a hug and clapped his back.

"Sirius" Remus scolded "You're being insensitive to Lily."

"Pish posh, she had her chance. Now tell us about August. Did you see her? Did she forgive you."

"Tell me the drama!" Sirius wailed.

"He's such a teenage girl." Peter remarked.

"Don't act like you're not interested in this too. This is better than the Witch Weekly gossip column."

"You read Witch Weekly?" James asked his best mate.

"Of course he does, he's emotionally invested in Greta Thames and Wesley Hoffstader's relationship." Answered Remus.

"Just because they play for opposite Quidditch teams, does not mean they aren't soulmates! She's a Beater and he's a Chaser for Merlin's sake."

"Okay, Anyways." James trailed off eyeing his best friend and wondering if he was as unstable as he seemed, "August hasn't taken me back but she also hasn't told me to get lost."

"Knew it" Peter snickered, "She's an idiot."

"Don't insult my best friend." Sirius threw the nearest object he could find in Peter's direction, which happened to be James's dirty sock.

"What? I'm just saying she's pretty stupid for taking James back a third time."

"Third time's a charm." James smiled cheekily.

"Let's sure hope so."

"Remus! Would you stop being such a pessimist. How am I even dating you?"

"I regret every life choice I have made that led me too this moment."

"Oh Remmy, don't be a wet blanket." James ruffled the boy's sandy-blonde hair.

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August Williams knew that the heart was a fragile thing. But as she laid in bed that night thinking about James Potter and his words, she couldn't help but ignore the caution signs that were going off in her head.

"Because sleeping meant dreaming of you and I would not be able to bare waking up in a world where you weren't by my side. And my heart couldn't bear that burden."

It was as if every night spent crying into her pillow and every thought of doubt and confusion gad lead up to that moment. And God, it was worth it.

August felt like she was floating. Granted, she knew that they were far from a healthy relationship.

There was still so much unresolved emotions and secrets to unpack.

But for now, she couldn't help but smile at her ceiling like the giddy teenager she was.

Fearless and speechless because surely James Potter was now hers, and she was his.

A/N
Hope everyone is having a good week. Sending all my love xxx