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Somethings are too complicated for words; George's 'giiirl' :D
Topic Started: Nov 27 2010, 11:21 AM (559 Views)
George Lowden
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He felt like slowly tearing his our hair out, simply from the pure frustration. Why couldn't she understand? It was simply enough. She had seen him on the Tower. She had the bruises to prove that he wasn't talking complete crap. Wasn't she scared that it would happen again? She had said that she loved him. But it hadn't sounded real. She had been scared, and simply exhausted. She had been scared that she would die, and so she had said whatever was running through her head at the minute; but that still didn't prove that she loved him. Maybe it was just a passing thought, like the thoughts about him wanting to snap her neck. He knew that he would rather die than ever do that to her, but it had just passed by. So, there was a possibility that 'I love you' had skimmed over her mind, and so she had blurted it out. George knew that this was a bad excuse, but he couldn't just stand there, without a reason to why he wasn't kissing her. This wasn't how life was supposed to go. You were supposed to become friends, fall in love, get married, have kids and grow old. But that wasn't how George's life was going at all. He wished that his life was so simple, so he could trust himself to say that he loved Carlin, but he knew it wasn't. He listened to Carlin say, though she wasn't shouting as he had. She had said that he was 'knocked over the head', but he was perfectly fine. His head was a mess, but he wasn't mental. He was just crazy in love.

He wanted to kiss her more than ever. He just wanted to grab her, and feel her soft lips against his again. It had been too long. He heard her ask the question, and immediately he went off of the thought of kissing her. Was that all that she thought about? Love? He liked love, yes, but sometimes it was too serious. He was still young, and he still had time to grow up. So why did she have to go and ruin his teenager years so early, so that he thought about love. Once these thoughts were processed, George wanted to shudder in disgust. He had always loved love. You're never too young to fall in love he thought, remembering it to when George had first told Harriet that he loved her. It was true. And now Carlin was having him go on about something that he believed in one hundred percent. He sighed deeply, looking into her eyes. He wouldn't shout again, since his throat was raw. And, apparently the fact that he had been shouted hadn't even affected Carlin. "What if I don't answer that? What if I don't say yes or no." he asked plainly, his voice empty of emotion. "Not everything has to be black and white. No matter how much easier it would be." he muttered, though he felt as if he was lying to himself. All that he wanted was to say 'yes'. But he couldn't. And he wouldn't.
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((lost the flow from the previous posts :$))

His words. Oh...how Carlin wished she didn't have to hold back her tears. She couldn't control her face burning up and turning pink as she stared up into his eyes that seemed to only strengthen those words. She thought she heard her insides wail as she took a step back and broke her eye contact with his. No, she couldn't look at him any longer. How she loved him...and he simply couldn't love her back? What happened to the George that cared so much...she could help but turn away. She couldn't face him this way. It was so weak. She was so hurt. Being angry was so much easier...it helped get it all out. She didn't want to cry. She wanted to scream. But her words came out lamely "So...what does that mean?" she didn't raise her head and look at him as she spoke...no, she needn't. Couldn't anyone see how hurt and broken she was? Oh well...it didn't seem like George did and she really wasn't in the mood to show him any more. "You love me but you don't love me?" she sighed and turned away begining to walk away "You care for me but you don't love me?" her jaw tightened and her eyes burned as she continued to talk. "You want to fuck me but you don't love me?" she turned around her eyes flaming with anger. "I am just a slut to you like I am to everyone else, right?" she spat out at him knowing full well that wasn't how he ever treated her. Even atthe owlery when he slammed her against the wall and took advantage of her she had felt the pain he was going through and seen how he regretted every bit of it. It wasn't like him...he didn't use her...he didn't just love her for the sex...she knew and yet she simply couldn't just calm herself with it. As long as he never would admit it; it was almost like she ignored the fact that she knew it.

Staring straight at him she could feel her cheeks burn and the blood rushing to every bit of her. Ohh...she could just punch someone right now. Anyone. She didn't care who it was who'd appear in front of her...if George took another step, if he said anything more...that was it. She'd punch him so hard he would regret ever meeting her. "Come to my bed, bitch..." she growled "Come to my bed...and I'll rip you apart like you tear at my heart." she snapped her head and stormed out. She probably left him dumbfounded and lost with how her anger had taken a sudden turn...but Carlins' emotions had been a rollercoaster ride ever since that day in the train. She was so conflicted with how she should be feeling and she was feeling. Evelyn. George. Evelyn. George. She was going crazy...she felt like she's had enough of it; but somehow...it just never was the end. They went around in circles...their words; their actions. As frustrating as it was...there was a part of her that kept hoping it would go on...go on so she never did loose them; some how.



:|: Confused :|: Heartbroken :|: Badger :|: .Carlin.Hayes. :|: Werewolf :|: Seeker :|: Weak :|: Indifferent :|:
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