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regret - g.h.

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"Actually, George, you know what?" her rage-fueled stomps came to a halt and she turns around, facing him.

The amber of trickling hot fire-filled George's body. His steps halted also, beads of sweat moist on the collar of his purple-psychedelic blouse.

He pleads, desperate, tired and completely frustrated. "What? What do you want to know so much? Come on, love let's not make a fuss about this–"

"Not make a fuss?" She scoffs, mocking him. "Sure. Leave your fiancé for another woman while you were on a date with her...And you tell me to not make a fuss?"

He looks down, exasperated and out of words. How should he respond?

His heart thumped and thumped against his ribcage as if it was begging to get out of his body. It used to feel this way with her, he thought, it seemed different...

It's 1963, his heart had thumped in pure bliss. Last summer went as sweet as ever — as she played with his hair, they lied together on the moist grass whispering sweet nothings to each other's ears.

Every time she brushed her fingers along the collar of his white button-down just before a show, that proud smile plastered on her face — it was for him, and him only. And last month as he strummed his acoustic, inking down a sweet ballad to for their anniversary that'll be preserved for her ears only, he knew that there could be no one better for him to be within this world.

His heart had become hers ever since their names floated in the air between them for the first time.

But god, does time fly.

This had all begun because of one night he spent at a ditzy bar. Everything's went dreadful since then.

"You know what? I meant it when I said you were the one," she breathed harshly, gulping down her tears. She took out a royal-blue box out of her purse and showed it to him, looking at it in absolute remorse...maybe even shame.

Oh, no.

This was a terrible mistake.

All he wishes to do is come over to her and cradle her in his arms but he knows that that's just going out of line, now.

She sniffed, then puts the box back in her bag. "So why don't you start explaining what the fuck is happening or else I'll go to bed, and forget whatever's happened between us ever existed." She sterns.

He didn't know what to say.

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Okay so I KNOW I could write better than this but, hey — what's the harm in having fun? Anyways this chapter's a mess so leave a comment on what you think about it cause I certainly despise it.

Much love, afairyfeller. ❤