I do not own Harry Potter; if I did, why would I be writing fanfiction?
There's something I need to tell you...
The words balanced on Sirius' tongue a million times every day: when she was with James, smiling and laughing and being...well, being Lily. When she bent over Harry's cot, watching him sleep with a fierce mixture of love and fear in those brilliant, beautiful eyes. When it was just the two of them, laughing and joking or sitting in silence. Lily was good at silence and he appreciated it; it was never something he'd cared to master.
There's something I need to tell you.
But now it's too late.