Georgias POV
My eyes scan around the room, connor took me to his..well ours I guess, he told me in the car that we recently got a place together,which is a relief because honestly,I had no idea where I was going to go,for all I know I could of been homeless or something. I grab onto the crutches given to me by the doctors and limp around ,my eyes scanning each part of the room. I hear connor in what I assume is the kitchen because I hear the noise of the kettle and that noise cutlery makes when its been dropped.
I can't help but notice a few photo frames around the room but when I look closer I notice I'm in them, with connor , we looked so happy, but I guess at that time..we were. I take a seat as I hear connor walk in, he places the cups on the table and takes a seat opposite me . Sometimes I notice how nervous he acts around me,he even muddles up his words at times but I guess,this isent easy for him,when I think about it properly he must feel awful, like really and I guess that's why I want to remember so much for him,not for myself but for him because its like he needs this, he doesent even have to tell me,I can just tell.
" I urm made it how you use to like it..I don't know if you still like it like that..just force of habit I guess" he spoke ,scratching his neck nervously
I smile and brought the cup up to level of my face and took a sip
"Way better then the stuff at the hospital" I said with a smile and he smiled back
"I urm found some stuff..so you know,if you want to have a look,it might help you remember abit more..that's if you want" he asked nervously
"I'd love that,thankyou" I replied,looking straight at him
