The Blue Lives

11# Going back 'home'.

Bobby X FemReader

Summary: The plan is in motion; you and George go to each other's houses to gather legal documents and make your escape.

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You've been stuck in that shelter for days, and that breeze of fresh air in your lungs is ever so welcome. You feel a lot better, along with the sunshine after a heavy rain session last night. Although being slightly chilly, you can handle that. 
Although autumn is nearing, you can't wait for nature to show its beautiful orange colours. 
Not many people like autumn for all the rain and mud, but you like the season just for its beauty. 

You need to watch where you're walking to ensure you don't slip on mentioned mud. Finding some leverage on George's arm, he takes hold of your forearm to make sure not to slip himself. 

"I'm not sure how I feel about going home. It doesn't feel like home anymore, it's just a house." You break the silence between you and him. 
George lets out a deep sigh, "Agreed, Wellington Wells just doesn't feel like home anymore... That's why we want to leave right?" He looks over his shoulder to make eye contact with you. "I was born here, raised here, and frankly I still live here..." He states matter-of-factly, gesturing to the environment. "But I don't think much is left here for me." His expression turns sad, You can completely agree and relate to his statement.  You've been a downer for far longer than George, and of course, you know how he feels. 
You have been thinking over it, leaving this place behind all at once. Your parents has passed away some time ago, you don't have any siblings and you have no family left in Wellington Wells. It makes you wonder if George has any family left somewhere. He has told you many times about his older brother who allegedly died in battle during the war, but he never really mentioned anyone else to you. Maybe his mother a view times but that is really all. Perhaps you could ask him later, and tell him something about yourself in return. 

After a good while of walking, you and George arrive at the bridge to Hamlyn village. The gate looks like a broken heart from this side, and somehow it makes you sad as you think about all those lost wastrels in the Garden District. 
At that station, the very same bobby is still guarding, if you could call it that... Constable Wright is asleep, leaning back in his chair with his legs resting on the desk, his helmet covering his eyes from the daylight. 
George scoffs at the sight of his colleague sleeping on the job. "disappointing..."  He grumbles with disdain at his colleague. You only chuckled at the humorous scene of the sleeping policeman, looking like he could fall off his chair at any given moment. 

George gets your attention by tapping you on the arm, making you turn back to him. He points his thumb at a side door off the main entrance. "This way..." He explains and gingerly takes your arm to pull you along the way he wants to go, presumably a side door to the bridge. Not many people would question him on trespassing, as long as he has a good reason to. He is really abusing his authority here, even if it's innocently passing through. He had probably done this before to even get into the Garden District, to begin with. 

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Without many issues, the two make it back to Hamlyn village. You know you're supposed to be glad to be home again, but it doesn't feel like home at all. Home is lost, and Hamlyn village has become just another place. 
From the look on George's face, he does not look very relieved either. 
"Next step of our plan?" You ask him, simply to test him to see if he still remembers. He turns to you with a knowing look, "You're home is closer to the bridge than mine. Let's go there first." George has remembered your home as he points in the general direction of your house.
You nod in agreement following George as he walks ahead towards the place you had once called home.