The Blue Lives

8# Whistler's Adventure. P2.

Bobby X FemReader

Summary: Finding you is going to be much harder than George originally thought...

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George takes a deep breath as he resumes his quest, the fresh air is welcoming. But the heavy atmosphere of misery was not as much.
Gravel and dead leaves mash and crunch under his sleek shoes. The intense sadness is starting to weigh on him already, a shiver goes up his arms.
Despite the beautiful nature and the warm August sun, George feels rather cold.

After walking through unoccupied forest and roads, he finally comes across a village... or what's left of a village. Broken down houses and ruins, barely standing.
George remembers these ruins...

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George's foot almost slips on the soaked wood as he climbs up into the broken bannister of a war-torn home.
"Georgie, get down from there!" He can hear his older brother's voice but it's distant.
The young boy comes to a halt at the highest point he can reach. The view is breathtaking! The sight of his village from above, clouds of smoke from both chimneys and burning buildings."I can see our house from here!" George exclaims down to his brother in glee. "Come down, now!" Charlie exclaims in a stern tone, pointing to the ground. 
George laughs and slowly climbs back down, his foot once again stepping on some moss, slipping and falling.

"Georgie!" Charlie comes rushing to his little brother who is now laying on the ground. George is too in shock from the fall to notice the sharp pain in his arm.

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He shakes his head in disappointment at the memory of his younger self. As a kid, George was very prone to accidents of pure misfortune. Luckily that ceased as he matured.
"I broke my arm in that fall, I was a stupid kid..." It makes him remember all the times he went to the hospital for whatever stupid injury he obtained, his mother panicking over her precious son getting hurt again. 
he remembers his mother becoming increasingly more protective when Charlie didn't return from the war, he can't really blame her for that... 

A light breeze ruffling through his hair reminds him of his goal. Look for (Y/n)! His posture straightens and his walking speed increases, surely there has to be civilization somewhere. She might be over there, he hopes so at least. 
And there he sees it in the far distance, come torn-down buildings. It's the next best lead he has in finding her. 
The feeling of misery increases as George gets close to the houses, what really does look like the remains of a village. He starts to grow a little nervous as he spots people walking around that village, all with the same look of despair to them. 
The Garden District is even worse than George had ever imagined. He is starting to feel guilty for all those Downers he's chased into this place long ago... Now he's one of them. 

He seems to blend in just fine, some people glance at him but that's probably because he looks new, which he might as well be. It's hard to imagine returning to his old life by now, It doesn't have meaning anymore. Compared to the Garden, Hamlyn feels so fake. The only other person who remotely felt real in Hamlyn village was (Y/n), and how she's nowhere to be found just yet. 

Worry starts to settle in George's mind, what if (Y/n) did get hurt? Or worse maybe? The intruding throughs upset him greatly, causing him to frown at the gravel ground below. He doesn't want to even think about the possibility of him being too late. He would even deny it if it were the truth in the end. 

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After what feels like hours of roaming the Garden District, George is at a loss. He has little to no clue where (Y/n) could be. It's not like he can look into people's houses and investigate, he has no power of authority here. 
George shuffles over to a bench in an overgrown part and sits down to gather his thoughts. What to do next. He can't just ask people where (Y/n) could be, they don't know her and he doubts anyone has ever seen her... 
He lets out a deep sigh, leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. "what do I do now?" He quietly asks himself. 
It feels like all is futile until he overhears two blokes talking.