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prankstrinchief (prankstrinchief) wrote in pandorarpg,

George sensed her as she came closer to him, and he felt relieved and embarrassed at the same time. He was a wreck, a mess, and knew it was all over his face, how destroyed he was feeling. He wasn't sure he was capable of words, or any sound of any sort. But when she laid down next to him in the grass and spoke, it was more comforting than anything he could have thought of. Another tear escaped him, and he reached over and took her hand, but didn't move his eyes from the sky. He felt a bit guilty, because his brother had just died, but all he could think of was Fred, and how he had felt right after and the three years that followed.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. "Thanks for coming," he said in a very rough voice, but it was all he could really think of. He hoped that in those words she could hear how much it meant to him, how badly he needed her there, and how grateful he was that she had come. He reached his free hand up and quickly brushed away the tears, not wanting her to see how close he was to falling back into that pit of dispair, because he didn't want to go back there.