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sorry [memeulous]

She opened her eyes slightly, the early, bright morning sun met her eyes, causing her to squint right away. Her head was buried in the pillow, she felt as if her head was heavier than ten bowling balls. It was ringing so loudly, she thought it was going to explode any second.
'I'm never drinking again'  She thought. Once again.

A familiar scent traveled to her nose. A scent she could recognize anytime, anywhere. The scent of her best friend of three years.
Her best friend, George, who was lying in the bed, right next to her, still asleep.

It was becoming a habit now. She would wake up next to him after a night of screaming and fighting with her boyfriend. This was the fifth time in the past three weeks she had woken up to the sight of George next to her.

She had broken up with her boyfriend countless times already. But for some reason she kept going back to him. 

She didn't love him. She didn't like him. In fact, she hated him.

And she hated herself. She hated herself for being weak. She hated herself for taking the constant emotional abuse from him.

She found comfort in George. With him she felt safe, she felt like herself. She loved the way he made her feel. Even though she knew it wasn't right.

George found comfort in her. With her he felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of them. With her he could be himself. He loved her.

"Morning" George spoke.

She smiled at him. Her hand was in his hair, stroking it gently.
He smiled at her.

Everything else was blurry. All he could see was her. Nothing else mattered. To him, she was everything he had ever wanted.  To him, she was the whole world.
Little did he know, that's how she felt about him.

"I need to go" She said.

The expression on his face changed. It was the expression she hated to see. The expression that made her sadder anything. The expression that she had to witness everytime she woke up with him.

Those four words were the ones he hated most in the world. He hated hearing those words come out of her mouth.

She wanted to stay. That's all she wanted to do, to just stay. Lie in the bed, next to George, with his arm around her and her head on his chest. And she wanted to stay like that forever. All she wanted was to be with him. 

And all he wanted was to be with her.

''No, I really have to go'' ''I'm sorry''