George June 2021
I sat, thinking. Of nothing in particular. Just letting my mind wonder. My mind went from one thing to the next.
"Hello-?"
I blinked, looking at Alex next to me.
"You good lad? You seem out of it."
"Nah I'm good. Just thinking."
I say, picking at the loose strand in my sweatshirt.
Alex nodded.
"I'm here if you need to talk mate."
"Thanks"
I finally rip the string off.
"I'll be in my room."
I say, standing up. Alex shook his head and continued typing on his laptop.
I sat at my desk. Thinking again. These past 6 months haven't been easy. I massaged my temples and sighed. I sat back and opened my drawer, taking the little orange bottle out.
I opened it up, and swallowed two. It felt as if my life revolves around this little bottle of anti-depressants.
I wanted to forget. But I wanted to remember her too.
I opened my drawer again and pulled the notebook out, along with my pencil.
And I wrote again, I let my pencil guide me. I wrote about her. I wrote about her, who she was to me. I wrote what she looked like, what she smelled like. Everything I could remember. I wrote until the lead in my pencil snapped. And I sat back. I didn't want to read it back. I didn't need to...
I missed her, I missed her every fucking day. I missed her sweet smile, her eyes that I could read so easily. I missed her, next to me. I missed our love. I missed when I was with her.
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If I Dare To Hope (George Memeulous)
FanfictionTW// suicide George Andrews has always been unlucky. But he meets someone who he couldn't live without. Maybe all the bad times would be worth it now that George has her. But like I said, George is unlucky. Always has been.
