𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 - 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

her

george's pov
we quietly open the apartment door and sneak in, giggling like little teenagers.

oh my god we actually kissed like 10 minutes ago oh my god.

sorry all this unfamiliar contact with a girl is very exciting for me.

i grab her hand and take her out to the balcony, where we sat just an hour before and she confessed all the details of her murder to me.

is this even fucking real lol.

she takes off her necklace before smoking, just like she always does. i remember her saying her brother hated her smoking and he was the one who gave her the necklace. maybe thats why she doesn't smoke while wearing it.

only she could still look attractive while smoking. when we first met and i smelt the smoke on her i have to admit, i did judge a little. but now i know everything, shit i would smoke 10 packs a day if i was in her situation.

i really want things to get better for her. and for me too. haven't been feeling the best lately.

dylan helps me forget all of that.

"you okay georgie?" she asks sympathetically.

georgie. anyone else calls me that they get booted. but dylan? she can call me it all she likes.

it literally makes my heart stop beating.

"i should be asking you that after what happened" i chuckle, looking over at her.

her face drops for a second "do you think i done the right thing?" she exhales a mouthful of smoke and fiddles with her necklace. i've picked up that that's something she does while thinking hard.

"i think you done what you needed to do, it's the only way you could've ever moved on" actually there are so many other ways this could've been handled and this just adds an extra anxiety of her being caught and thrown into prison.

but yeah she handled it like an adult i guess.

dylan stays silent for a second, then the silence is broken by my stomach rumbling.

she laughs and looks over at me, her expression soon changes to a more serious one when a thought crosses her mind. "have you eaten today george?"

the truth was i hadn't. i hadn't eaten for a while actually. i take a deep breath in and turn to face her.

"uh not really, me and food don't really have the best relationship." i scratch my neck and wait to be lectured.

instead she puts her cigarette down, gets up and goes back into the apartment. she comes back out a minute later with a pot noodle, the steam evaporates into the cold surroundings.

"hope you like sweet and sour" she says, handing me the pot and a fork, picking up her cigarette once again.

"it's my favourite" i say, taking the fork and fishing for the little noodles swimming around in the scorching water.

"look after yourself georgie" she says, exhaling into the icy air.

"it's hard sometimes" i say mid mouthful.

"i know, but we need each other now" she stands up from the cracked patio chair and looks out over the dimly lit city below us.
"can you do that for yourself, and for me?" she looks back at me, her brown eyes staring straight at mine, i can see the hurt behind them so easily. i love that she feels she can be vulnerable around me.

"i think i can, might take me a while to get used to" i say, not breaking eye contact.

"that's okay, i saw the pills in your cupboard. i understand" she says bluntly, but somewhat sympathetically too. my cheeks heat up.

"i'm getting better i promise dyl" i say breaking eye contact.

i'm not.

"you can be honest with me george, if there's anything i can do to help i will"

how the fuck can she see right through me?

i place my pot noodle on the table and get up to stand next to her overlooking the city.

"you being in my life is enough, it's fine, i'm okay" i reassure her as she takes her final inhale, i study her features as she holds it in for a couple of seconds, then exhales again.

she turns to face me and places her hand on my cheek, then moves her hand to the back of my head as she leans forward and our lips meet.

the taste of strawberries and cigarettes enter my mouth as my hands move to her waist, pulling her closer to me.

she breaks away and looks into my eyes.

"me and you against the world?" she holds her hand out and extends her pinky finger.

i chuckle and extend mine too, interlocking with hers.

"me and you against the world."