George placed the diary down. He was truly heartbroken at what he had read. He never realised how important he was to someone. How much impact he had on a poor soul. How much he had emotionally connected with someone.
He slowly reached for his phone, which sat on the table next to the white-sheeted bed. Unlocking it, he went through screenshots and his Snapchat memories.
He smiled at the photos. Happiness radiated off them, bringing a light into his eyes. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his stomach. Like the puzzle wasn't complete. He also couldn't figure out why she had written in so much detail about her life, of course because it was something that impacted a huge change in her life, but there was something else about it. Perhaps she just wanted to read over it to remember her happiness, maybe she was going to turn it into a book?George put his phone on the table again and once again picked up the diary, His nimble fingers ran over the drawing on one of the pages. She must've loved art, she was very good at it. Such a creative mind. It was a shame she never properly presented it, showing it off. Then again, the way she wrote about her feelings showed that she really didn't praise herself. Sad girl with a stunning smile. He wished he could've seen more of it. So much more of it.
And he knew that wasn't possible anymore. Nothing was.
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FanficI have you and that's all I need to know that things are gonna be alright. ×××× Memeulous/George x Reader ×××× Contains: potential sad themes that may be emotional, lots of unexpressed feelings but most vitally: the life of a recovering soul. And my...