You've Changed.. (George Shelley Fanfic)

Chapter 8

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I had slowly started to walk over.

Catching my breath at each step as I gazed at George.

It seemed like I hadn't seen him in hundreds of years because he was everything I used to think about.

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His back was turned but I recognised his position.

He would always have one Hand in one pocket and the other one out and he would be leaned over to side slightly too. That's how I know it was him.

The girl he was talking too was in fact Mr Mansfields daughter! The one who was a 'big' fan of union j...

I stood behind George. Waiting for him to finish talking to her so we could get to talk on our own.

He was dressed in a greyish suit.

His hair was tussled in all directions.

I felt butterflies in my stomach...

And the weren't normal...

They were ones where you urged to just clutch onto him, never wanting to let go.

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She eventually ran off with a huge smile over to her parents.

I felt my head get dizzy and my body weak. This was it.

He turned around and at that moment I just felt like bursting into tears.

I found him.

He smiled sweetly at me with a little giggle, looking at me head to toe.

"I didn't see you there!" He says blushing slightly..

I smiled "I can't believe your here! I have been trying to contact you for years!"

His smile faded slightly into a confused look..

We both stood there awkwardly.

Nothin used to be ever awkward between us.

But this was just unusual.

He doesn't..remember me?

"I'm so sorry..but, do I know you?" He says frowning..

I was shocked. Embarrassed..Broken.

My mouth was open slightly but I closed it quick.

In that moment I felt like my heart were just ripped out of me.

Everything I've ever thought about. All my happiness & excitement for years. Gone.

"..never mind" I say sadly taking one more glance at him before I walked off back to my parents.

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They were sitting and eating the meal that was placed all around our table.

I sat down quick and stared at my plate. Not at the food. But at the fact that I was now drowning in my own thoughts.

My chest tightened as I felt tears fill in my eyes.

Dad was still talking to Dominic but I could sense they were staring at me,

"Was George delighted to see you? What did he say?" Dominic said to me in a soft tone...

I looked up at him and then stood up, strutting out of the room as I felt a tear stream down my cheek.

I sniffled and rubbed my eyes with the palm of my hand and ran out the door to the gardens.