Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

37. Was It Ever Really Love?

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D E C E M B E R 2005

"I think it would be a good idea for you to go."

"I'm not doing it."

Adelaide let out a frustrated huff, her blue eyes narrowing in on her brother-in-law who stood before her with an angry expression written clear as day across his face.

"Why not?"

George rolled his eyes. "Addy, I don't need it. Better yet, I don't want it."

"You're only fooling yourself when you say stuff like that." She retorted with an eye roll of her own. The blonde moved to sit down, finally, after minutes of standing up and squaring off with the stubborn man before her.

"I don't need to go to therapy. That's just something that I don't need to bother myself with. I am perfectly fine, Addy, thank you very much." George sat down across from her, his form never relaxing as his muscles were tightly wound. He refused to look at her and a part of him wanted to send her away but knew that she was only there because his Mum most likely begged her to come and talk with him.

"So what, did I just waste my time when I went to therapy?" The blonde questioned, her arms now moving to cross over her chest as she watched George stare straight ahead at the wall. The stubborn pride was almost too much for her to deal with. She had been dealing with the Weasley men for most of her life at this point. And Charlie had never been this bad.

"Because if that's what you're implying, George Weasley, you are sorely mistaken." The healer continued, her elbows resting into the tops of her thighs as she leaned forward to look at him. "I wouldn't be here, the way that I am now, happy and healthy, if it wasn't for therapy. After Sirius died... I-I was a wreck. I'm sure you remember that. And Charlie never gave up on me, although sometimes I think he should have."

"Now don't say that. Charlie would have never given up on you. You're his best friend before you're his lover." George stated with a sense of clarity. Suddenly, his head dropped forward into his hands and he let out a deep sigh.

"I have the card of the mind healer I went to. He was excellent. Healer Josef." Adelaide slipped the business card onto the table as she stood up. She stayed where she was for another moment or two before she decided to take the spot beside George. "Please just think about it. I promise you that I won't tell a single soul if you don't want anyone to know."

George turned his attention to the card for. Moment. His fingertips tapped against his knee before he brought his attention back to Adelaide. She was too good to him. And it pained him the more he thought about the way he was treating her. Not to mention knowing that Charlie would give him an earful of complaints the next time he was around.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Adelaide repeated. "Okay what?"

"I'll go. I'll do it." George paused, "I'll try."