Limerence

Chapter ten

When George got back from the garden, the first thing he did was hide the letter in his closet. He decided that he was going to get rid of it the next day.

He'd had enough. He couldn't keep thinking about what would mean if he came back.

No. 

George was happy now.

After five long years, George had managed to put himself together. He had finally got over him. And now, someone was telling him that he was coming back. 

The person he once loved was coming back.

The person who hurt him the most was coming back.

Coming back for him.

Why couldn't he let George be happy? 

Why was he coming back now? After all these years?

There had to be a motive because he didn't do anything without a motive, if George knew him well enough. 

There's not one day he doesn't talk about you George. 

No.

Don't give up on him.

Stop.

George pulled his hair trying to forget those words. It didn't seem to help. Tears began began to accumulate in his eyes, but he forced himself not to cry. He couldn't keep crying for someone that didn't care about him.

George had closed that chapter of his life long ago. He wasn't going to go back to him.

George couldn't handle another heartbreak again.

He wasn't going to let anyone take his happiness away.

He didn't love him anymore. George had moved on.

Are you sure, about that?

That thought tormented him for the rest of the evening. He tried so hard not to think about it until he finally managed to force himself to fall asleep.

He went to sleep around 1:30 a.m. 

***

George woke up feeling someone was shaking him. He opened his eyes feeling groggy.

"What?" he asked half awake.

"The Prince wants to see you." he looked up to see Wilbur.

"Why?" he rubbed his eyes and sat down, still not sure of what was happening.

"I'm not sure. He just said that he wanted to ask you something about the ball." the guard shrugged his shoulders downplaying it.

George looked at the hand clock lying on his nightstand.

03:48

"You have to be fucking kidding me. It's almost 4 a.m." he scoffed incredulously. "Can't he wait until tomorrow?"

"I don't make the rules, let's go shortie." Wilbur said helping George standing up.

"I'm average." he mumbled angrily. The guard just rolled his eyes but didn't reply. George grabbed his cane and walked out of the room.

Now, George knew The Prince asked him to stay awake, but he had to stop thinking about the letter. He couldn't handle being alone with his thoughts.

George knew that Clay was busy with his royal duties, but he could wait until the morning, right? I mean, if he knew he was going to be there for a long time, why did he ask me to wait?