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chapter twenty five. please take me back to when i was yours.
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The novelty of return had worn off — Althea sits on her bedroom floor with George opposite her. "I called you for weeks." she says softly. "I called you every single day for two months."
"I know."
"I texted you — I did everything I could to keep in contact and you shut me out."
He winced at her words. "I know."
"You keep saying I know but I don't know if you even actually want me back or if you just don't want to be alone." she says as she looks up at him from under her eyelashes. "I was miserable. You left without even letting me explain."
The silence fills a spot between them — he reaches for her hand and she pulls it away. "George."
"Althea."
She let out a deep breath and then moved closer to him — her leg between his legs and her forehead against his. "You know me." he says softly.
"I did once." Althea replies softly.
He frowns, "that's a bit philosophical." he hums. "I haven't changed much in the past few months."
"Neither have I." she shakes her head. "Actually yeah. I haven't changed at all."
His breath is cool against her lips — her little breathy voice and thick accent makes him feel like his parents have been saying his name wrong since birth.
She swallows a lump in her throat. "George." she says softly. She could recognize him by touch alone — she would recognize him by scent. She could tell him apart even if she were blind, by how his breaths came and how his feet grazed the floor. She could probably tell him apart even on her death bed.
"I never hated you." he reassures her. "I couldn't hate you even if I tried and believe me I tried."
Althea leans in just a bit more so her lips brush his. "jamás ames a alguien te haga sentir ordinario." she whispers.
