Friend

#0.1

I wish I could be a cake,
loved and desired by you.
-Tobacco

⚠️Mention of anxiety⚠️

George was tired of fighting, all he remembered from the past few days were constant fights between he and his girlfriend.
He loved her, oh fuck he did love her... on everything he does, he puts Claire first, but it didn't seem like she was the same way.
She became a little selfish, but he still remembered the beautiful late night dates, oh and the secret ones... it always made him smile like an idiot only the thought of those memories.

"This happened almost a year ago, George..." Karl said softly, rubbing his hand on George's knee.
He was at Karl and Sapnap's house, like almost every weekend - the few times he wasn't there, it meant he successfully managed to do something together with his girlfriend.
"I know..." George replied, drinking some water to loosen up the knot in his throat.
"But she said that lately work had been stressful and I don't want to bother her." the crack in his voice clearly said he was on the verge of crying.

Sapnap leaned closer to George, his leg shaking due to the clear irritation, "Because you already know what happened last time you argued with her and she was stressed because of work."
Sapnap was mad, mad at George for not being able to let go of that bitch. He hated to see George getting hurt this way and not being able to help.
George sat silent, his head laying low looking at the soft carpet under his feet, images flashing past his eyes as he was thinking about that night.

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It was one of the usual fights between George and Claire, if it wasn't for his drunk girlfriend and the fact that they were outside.
George thanked whoever rules this world to have made the street they were walking through oddly empty in that moment - it was Monday, after all.
It was one of those few days where George managed to go on a 'date' with Claire, so his parents were happy. They went to a pub, just like his girlfriend liked, those ones where the music was loud enough to make communicating with words an optional.

George wasn't the type of guy to like drinking, unlike Claire who was a party animal. That night he sat at a armchair near the dance floor, a half empty corona in his hands, looking at her girlfriend's dancing moves.
Her long and curly blonde hair got coloured from the flashing LEDs, the way her glittered eyeshadow flashed along the lights, her red lipstick looking darker from the lack of regular light sources. Yeah, he was so in love with her.
Sometimes her drunk girlfriend pulled him in the crowd of people, but forgetting about him moments later proceeding to dance alone as men and women danced around her.

George didn't even remember what was the reason to cause the fight, it was probably a comment he made about Claire's job or how he never tries to enjoy the things Claire liked, but he did clearly remember how he snapped at her and her hand flying across George's face shortly after, holding George so hard it bruised his arm. The last few things he remembered were walking alone in the dark to Karl and Sapnap's house. He bursted out crying at the doorstep and he stayed almost a whole day at his friends house - his girlfriend hadn't bothered to call him.

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The bottle in George's hands has already been emptied, leaving him to start tearing up with his head low.
"Okay Nick that's enough." Karl chimed in, trying to calm George.
"He needs it." Sapnap answered, his voice sounded comforting this time, "He needs to let it out."

George tried his best to hold his tears, holding his breath to stop his hiccups. But hearing his friend reading him like an open book, to him it felt like he was given the permission to let it all out. And that's what he did.