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Remember Me: Part 1

“You sure you’re okay?” It was that guy. Again.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe it’s all the l-lights and loud music?” She wanted him to leave, so she could stop remembering.

“Maybe.” He didn’t budge one bit. “But you and I both know that that’s not the truth. Now, do want to tell me what’s wrong, or will I just have to keep asking until you budge?” What are they thinking alike now? Sharing the same thoughts? Mentally, Abby was a mess, and it was starting to show physically.

“It’s you,” she sighed, giving in. For some reason, she knew that he wouldn’t give up at all. Yet, she still didn’t know this guy, or even his name!

His brow furrowed, making him look even more adorable than he already was, “Excuse me? I-I’m the p-problem?” He was a bit taken aback by it, and she hated how she wounded him, even the slightest bit. She didn’t want that.

“No, well, yes-but no. Well,” she grunted in frustration, “ The thing is you...you make me crazy, you do things to me, things I don’t understand... Giggling, stuttering, acting like a silly little girl, acting like something that I’m not...” She held her head in her hands, shaking it as he watched her with intense eyes.

He’s seen this frustration. Yes, George has seen this entire scene all before.

“I don’t get it,” she whispered, at that moment she looked up at him, her eyes glassy with unshed tears, tears that could fall at any moment. Then, she said something that made his heart stop, “I...I don’t get it at all, Georgy!”

And there were the words...

The words that caused a tear to roll down her cheek...

The words that made him freeze, staring at her, face full of frozen astonishment.

She didn’t know why she said his name, maybe it was because whenever she didn’t get-or understand-something, she always told her Georgy about it, but the fact that she just called this guy him... She didn’t understand, but it seemed to fit him perfectly.

“...What did you just call me?” He wasn’t shouting, but his words were clipped, and it scared her, as if she was still small and was being asked all these difficult adult questions from her mother, when her father left them.

Abby shook her head, “Forget it. I called you that by accident. Call it reflex if you want, but... I’m sorry.” she turned and started to run down the sidewalk for hot streaks of tears began cascading one after the other. It’s been so long since she spoke his name out loud, she’s been keeping his memory in for so long, not talking to anyone about it, about him. Yet now, after 10 years, the sadness of leaving her friend bubbled to the surface, and it was time to let it loose. But why now? Why in front of him? Was it because he looked like him?

She stopped running when she got to the park, and collapsed on the small patch of ground between the trees. Their favorite place in the woods. She wanted to forget the club, and talking to that guy...

Why? Why did that guy make her think of Georgy? Why is it that whenever she talks to him, sees him, that Georgy instantly comes to her mind? The memories and remembrance of his actions, his words, his beliefs, his feelings...why?

There was only one reason for that. Abby thought it was just her imagination at first, but now she sees that it was right all along. It was the reason why she followed him out into Cornwall’s soccer field, it was the reason she put her hair up, it was the reason she got an extra water, it was the reason she always thought of him, dreamed of him. It was the reason why she felt so comfortable and safe with him near, the reason why she confided in him. It explained why she did all the stupid stuff she does now, for fear that he doesn’t remember. That he doesn’t remember her.

Yes, now she knew, now it all made sense.

That guy, that agonizingly familiar guy,

He was her little Georgy.