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"If you'll hand me your mug, I'll get you some more coffee." She held out her hand expectantly, her long fingers spread just slightly. A band of gold shone on her finger.
My fist clenched. As my heart burned, my arm did as well. Bloody hell-
"I need to go." I said shakily, shying away from her confused gaze and standing abruptly.
"But you've only just arrived," she frowned, and I watched her graceful eyebrows furrow together, and oh, how I longed to soothe her, to hold her in my arms and never let go. But that was no longer a possibility. Had it ever been a possibility?
I racked my brains for anything that might explain my irrational need to get as far away as possible from -of all people- the woman I loved. But her eyes lowered to where I clutched my left forearm and as understanding lit her beautiful face, the tension was replaced by startling paleness.
"You didn't," Lily spoke with sudden horror. It wasn't a question.
My eyes met her bright green ones and I attempted to convey apology enough for a lifetime as I stumbled away toward the door.
The last thing I saw before I apparated were those eyes full of terror and betrayal. I never saw her again.