"see you later!"
"bye!"
as soon as the door closes i collapse against it, a strangled sigh escaping my throat. with george and will gone out, i might have some time for myself. to relax.
fuck, what am i talking about? i'm not going to relax. i'm going to sit and overthink every little thing that george has said and done over the past few days. every tiny word or gesture will become a sign, or a clue, or something else ludicrous, but it'll all seem real to me. because something is wrong. i swear.
i know it.
i slide down the wooden door, burying my head in my hands. why won't you talk to me, george?
just say something. anything.
just one word, even. anything that lets me know you're not okay. and i'll be there for you.
so why won't you talk?
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Fanfiction"flirty girls terrify me" "sucks to be you i guess" || george finds himself living with a fearless flirt who could cure his anxiety - or make everything 100 times worse. copyright 2019 © #1 in google - 19/5/19
