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[jamespotter]

Okay, Evans, just to warn you, I don't do "civil" well. I don't do civil at all, really, but I can't... I can't ignore it anymore.

I don't know what you wanted me to say, or if you expected me to say anything. Quite frankly, I don't know what to tell you. Those seven years that you spent figuring out exactly why you feel like that, I had been blindly following you around for sport. So while you've had seven years to figure out your feelings, I've been struggling for the past couple of days with mine. It's not fair to Marlene, and... I obviously didn't do the right thing on the Quidditch Pitch. I meant to end it, Evans, not... not open up the goddamned flood-gates. It took me a while, Evans, but I figured out what you meant at the end of that note.

Just stop, alright? Just... I can't do this, Lily. I just can't. There's... only so much I can take, you know? There's only so much I can deal with at one time. I was finally starting to get over you, finally starting to realize that you weren't worth it, and... and you couldn't let me go. That's all I want, Evans. I just want you to let me go. Because--

Because I don't love you, okay? I am not in love with you, and I don't think I ever was. I was young and stupid and naive, but... not love-struck. I'm sorry, that's not what you were waiting to hear, I'm sure... but it's the truth. I don't love you.

So, please, just let me go.

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