George gasps. A few tears roll down his cheeks.
"I'm not—"
I scoff, cutting him off. Getting up from my bed, I march past him to where I've been keeping my money. A few torn up pieces of stories stick to my bare feet, but I ignore them.
Grabbing my dimes from their box, I throw them all at George in one big heap. He moves his arms up to shield his face.
"Take the stupid money and go!"
Once it stops raining dimes, George lowers his arms to the sides.
"Eleanor, please—"
"Take them and go!" I repeat.
He flinches before picking the dimes up and stuffing them in his pockets.
I knew he couldn't resist.
He looks at me one more time. Then, he makes a move for the window.
I watch as he climbs through, and disappears into the night.
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
