Lily was troubled. Troubled by the thoughts of one messy haired, hazel eyed bloke called James Potter. She yearned for closure. A healer that needed healing. L/J One two? Shot

In which James Potter writes his future self a series of letters. Written for the My Future Self challenge. Lily/James OneShot, T to be safe.

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. L/J OneShot

James thought she would never give him the time of day. But when he looks at her, her blush, her beautiful blush, spreads across her face like wildfire, the hue paralleled only by her dark beautiful hair. She is looking down, wringing her fingers nervously.

James. The memory of him brings a smile to your lips. It makes your stomach twist nervously and a bout of butterflies erupts through you. L/J Oneshot

REVISED He was no longer alone. Someone else was there to witness his sobs, his gasps, his tears. He knew who it was. Lily Evans. It was always her. L/J OneShot

You are kissing for dear life. All the power, all the serenity, all the love captured only moments before is robbed by that kiss. L/J OneShot

To be honest, a day hadn't gone by when she hadn't laughed since she declared her love to James by that bedside. L/J OneShot

He pulled her close and hungrily kissed her. She kissed back, just as hungry. Their kiss was not tender, soft or gentle. Because their relationship never was. L/J OneShot

In his eyes was the smoulder. The bright excitement. Happiness and love. A description that could befit her eyes too. L/J oneshot. Short, sweet, fluffy.