"Oh God...I-I'm sorry..."
George doesn't say anything. The tears have stopped for the most part, but every once in awhile a few will roll down his cheeks. I wipe them away with my thumb.
We sit together in silence, looking at the stars that are visible from the sky. Slowly, I begin to grow tired. George's arms, wrapped around me, serve as a warm blanket and I yawn.
The world around me grows dark as I drift off to sleep.
One of the things I got for Christmas was 11/22/63 by Stephen King (aka my all time favorite author) and I'm really excited to read it omf. What all'd you get, if you celebrate? Comment and vote if you want!
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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...
