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Remember Me: Part 2

George stood there, like a statue, breathless in shock.

She said his name... That childhood-look-alike said his name...

A name that only one person in the entire world knew, and referred to him as.

Abby.

His little Abby.

But how did that other girl know? Does she know Abby? He had to find out. And that’s how he started to run after her, but the only bad thing was that he had no idea where the girl went. She got a really big head start by catching him off-guard. Regardless of the fact that he had no idea where she went, he kept going, as if his body knew something he didn’t.

George came to an abrupt stop, staring at a sign he never thought he would ever see again. At least, not without her. “Clearwater Park” it read.

With the entire playground empty, he went to the only place he knew, where that girl might be, or, if he was lucky, where Abby might be. George shook the thought out of his mind. Abby’s dead. I saw her die. There’s no way she’s still alive, but still...how did that girl...?

Sure enough, as he reached a small spot in the back woods, between the trees, he found that girl. When they were kids, this spot seemed ginormous to Georgy and Abby, but now it just looked like and empty memory, only it didn’t hurt as much to remember.

The girl, the child-hood look-alike, was hunched over on the grass, her face was covered by her long brown hair, and instantly George put his hands in his pockets, feeling as uncomfortable as if he saw something he shouldn’t have. But then he remembered that he was here for a reason, and he needed to know.

“How did you know that name? Did someone tell you that, or was it really a mistake?”

She looked up at him, looking as if she was seeing him for the first time, and there came that smirk of hers, the same one that seemed to make his heart jump a bit.

“I wasn’t a mistake, George, I assure you. It’s the farthest thing from it.” She started to rise, never taking her eyes from his. He felt a bit uneasy, for her gaze pinned him in place.

“How did you know that name?” He asked firmly, “Why did you call me Georgy?”

She gave a small laugh, which annoyed him, “Why? Because that’s your name. That’s what I always use to call you. I gotta say, though, it took me to realize just who you were.”

George just stared at her, astonished. With a whisper he asked, “A-Abby? No, you can’t be her. She’s dead! Stop messing with my emotions!” His voice raised to a yell, but the girl didn’t flinch one bit, just regarded him with soft eyes. This annoyed him even farther.

“I didn’t die. I just moved.”

“No! She died! I saw the window close down on her head, rendering her unconscious, dead!”

“Abby” sighed, “The window did close down on my head, and I did become unconscious, but I didn’t die. You really think I would leave you all alone? I did have to leave you eventually, and I haven’t seen you since the accident. I even cried when I couldn’t tell you goodbye. I’m sorry for that.” George couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe it, especially because it made perfect sense. When he asked his parents where she went, they would sit him down and say that she “moved to a better place.” He always thought they meant heaven...

“Prove it.” he challenged, his gaze cold. “Prove you are who you say you are.”

Her eyes widened a bit, but she stepped closer until she was right in front of him.

“Alright,” she whispered, “I’m going to do what we told each other we’d do to prove that one of us wasn’t an alien.” And with that, she cupped his face gently in her hands, as she rose on her tippy-toes.

She kissed him.

Honestly, George didn’t think that he could be shocked any more than he already was, but this just proved him wrong. What he found strange was that her kiss was feather-like and warm, as if warming his broken heart, mending it with her touch. Despite how it made him feel, he pushed her away, hard. It was a reflex due to all the other girls that forced a kiss on him. Deep down, he regretted doing it.

The girl stumbled back, but managed to catch herself. Her blue eyes, glittering in the moonlight, grew wide with astonishment as her expression was filled with hurt. So much hurt...

“I-I’m sorry, maybe... For you to do that...” she hugged herself for comfort, she was shivering, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe your friend did die, and I’m sorry that I’m stuck in her place. I can certainly say that I’ve changed, being the someone everyone wants me to be. A people pleaser, as some would say, but you...you bring back memories that I’ve forgotten, even pushed out, for I missed being myself too much...but I was stuck in an endless cycle that wouldn’t allow it. That cycle broke when I followed you out into the soccer field that night.” Her eyes looked up to the moon, perfectly visible through the gap in the trees. She gave a soft smile, whispering, “I can’t be her anymore, I guess...”

“No, you can’t. A girl who plays with a guys emotions... Torments them to new extremes... A girl who does that is just the worst.” He had no idea where those words came from, and he wanted to take them back, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He knows her, she could be his Little Abby, but his heart won’t accept it so quickly.

At that, her eyes grow dark, and her voice sends chills through him, “I guess I was right too. I did leave my Georgy behind. No matter what you say, no matter how many memories come into my mind...” Her voice became shaky, a little pained, wrenching his heart. “No matter what my heart tells me...” She looked him in the eyes, strong eyes that he has seen before, “You are not my Georgy. Not anymore. I’m sorry for everything I caused you, George. I don’t think I’ll see you at the game tomorrow, but, despite what went on here, I hope you win. Keith needs a patootie-kicking.” She looked down, giving a small laugh to herself, an inside joke, before walking past him, away from him.

No, it wasn’t an inside joke, for he knew it too. He knew that since his Abby couldn’t say the word “butt” and she haven’t even crossed the word “ass” yet, so she always said “patootie.” She really was his Abby, no matter how his mind thought different of it.

However, while he was standing in the park, alone, after letting her walk home, it dawned on him.

He just pissed of Abby, something that never worked well for him before, and doesn’t now, but, worse than that even, was that he just let her walk away.

“It doesn’t matter, I need to focus on the game tomorrow. And this leaves one less distraction.”

Despite his semi-encouraging words, all George could think about on the way back home, in his dreams, and continuing on the following morning, was not the girl or his precious little Abby.

No, it was both of them, combined, and he was shocked to find

they fit perfectly.