Mother wasn't home today. I took the opportunity to visit George again.
He looks at me, lips pressed in a tight line.
"Are you passionate about anything?"
George doesn't say anything, but raises an eyebrow. I sigh and face forward.
"I've always heard that people are truly passionate about one thing in life."
He continues to stare at me. I look down and play with the ends of my skirt.
"I'm passionate about writing, but Mother disapproves. She says it's an impractical career for a young lady...sometimes I catch her tearing up the things I write."
George doesn't say anything for a moment. Then, one single word escapes his lips.
"Music."
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
