He continues to cry. Not in the loud, gasping-for-breath way, but the silent way. The lonely way, the way that longs for someone to hold them and tell them that everything's going to be okay.
"George," I whisper as I hug him. He lays his head on my shoulder, eyes tightly shut as I attempt to calm him down by playing with his hair.
"You're the only one I have."
I have to force back my own tears as I look at him in silence, waiting for him to speak again.
"Sometimes, I..."
"You what, George?"
"I feel like giving it all up."
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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...
