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Richie clenched his fists. Georgie had managed to screw up his life once again. It's a wonder he could stand up and think all by himself. This nymph had him wrapped up in her little finger and wasn't planning to let go anytime soon. The problem was that he knew it, and he did not try to fight it. He just wished that she'd make up her mind and let him know, for better or worse. Meanwhile, he had to be supportive and cry late at night, cowering over his pillow, dreaming of better days.
George had cried a waterfall herself, but the clouds on her sky didn't seem so dark, more of a creamy color, or so she had convinced herself. Her soul though - it had turned a charcoal black filled with little lumps of disappointment, hurt, and a speckle of hope - she knew that too.
On the other side of the country, Tristan wasn't feeling stellar either. The world had just handed him a damn good excuse to clean up his life - yet, yet...yet he rolled his eyes at the thought.
George had cried a waterfall herself, but the clouds on her sky didn't seem so dark, more of a creamy color, or so she had convinced herself. Her soul though - it had turned a charcoal black filled with little lumps of disappointment, hurt, and a speckle of hope - she knew that too.
On the other side of the country, Tristan wasn't feeling stellar either. The world had just handed him a damn good excuse to clean up his life - yet, yet...yet he rolled his eyes at the thought.