Jealousy is always your closest friend, even more so than Lily herself. What else could you call it?

She is the sweetest, kindest, and most beautiful girl. But that four-eyed tosser, James, ruined everything. And yet somehow, he managed to catch her eye. It was absolutely maddening. What did she even see in that idiot?

And you stayed stupid. You kept hush, watching it all unfold. Well, were you chuffed then? Stayed quiet, you just…

First, they became a couple. Then came the wedding, and there you were, standing in the crowd, forcing a smile. And then the son⎯ their pride and joy⎯ the spitting image of his father, with her eyes.

Jealousy. Jealousy.

And here she stands again on your doorstep, sobbing and holding Harry in her arms. But today, everything feels different; there's something bittersweet about her⎯a touch of happiness through her tears.

This, once again, shows how James is not just a dreadful husband but also a lousy father.

“I filed for divorce.”

You are just a best friend who keeps silent about your feelings for eleven years. Lily, of course, understands everything perfectly well without you. But it's just too late. Well, you know⎯she has a son now. It's so difficult, and she has other worries, and also a divorce.

She throws the bag on the floor with a heavy thud, then adjusts her hold on her little one, who at this moment is the only one seemingly untouched by the upheaval. Harry's cherubic face lights up, and he coos sweetly, his chubby hands reaching out to play with his mother's curls.

“I'm tired of him coming home every day reeking of Firewhisky. And then we quarrel. And then what?” the young woman hums, her voice trembling as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. Harry reaches out to you with a bright, innocent smile. You instinctively scoop him into your arms, and he gurgles happily, playing with the collar of your shirt.

“Can we stay for two weeks? I'll cover the expenses later,” she asks, her voice a fragile whisper.

Merlin! Even now, she's thinking about you instead of herself.