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"I can't do this anymore, George." y/n let out an exhausted sigh and placed her quill. "We've tried it all. Friends, just sex, relationships, and even a non-labeled whatever. But look at us! We don't work. Believe me when I say I want us to work. But we don't, so why don't we cut our losses and stop hurting each other." she looked up to George, the spark instantly igniting as it always did. His eyes looked glossed over.

"No," George said sternly. "No, we keep fighting for us. Because that is who we are. We keep fighting, and we annoy the bloody hell out of our friends about our drama because that's how we work." He placed a hand against her face, but she pulled herself away. Something she was rarely able to do with him.

"I'm leaving. Leaving you, us, this..." her hand motioning in between them. "So let me leave. Let me be happy." And that was it. She left and he let her.

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