arcade -, james potter

"James, we knew it was going to end up this way."

She whispered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, as she looked up at him, biting her bottom lip attempting to stop it from trembling.

"I know," he muttered, his voice shaking. "But I um," He looked up sniffling, not wanting the girl to see his watery eyes. "I thought there was a chance of it ending up different for us."

"I told you we were a losing game."