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Oct. 23rd, 2025 08:10 pmIt is, without doubt, the worst handful of days of his life. On the first day, all he really does is cry until he's sick and then cry again. He curls up in bedsheets that still smell of Lee and he replays everything over and over in his head and he tries to make sense of it. How he feels about it. How he feels about Lee.
How much he loves him, despite everything.
He goes back and forth on the subject, sits in the chair that Lee likes best and stares out at the city, scraping the nail of one thumb against the base of the other until he draws blood. He stares at it for a long time. One thing that Lee said to him keeps coming back -- George couldn't be a monster, because he was just trying to survive the world. So why should Lee be any different? That's what he keeps coming back to. That's the thought that he can't let go.
On the third day, he tries to call, but there's no answer. For twenty four hours, he tries and tries again and, somewhere in there, doubt creeps in. What if Lee isn't just ignoring him? What if Lee broke that final promise? What if Lee went back?
He can't bear the thought of it, so he grabs the jacket that Lee found in a thrift shop for him a d pulls it on, heading out into the chill night. He's only been to Lee's apartment a few times but the key in his pocket works in the door.
"Lee?"
He finds him on the couch, frozen in time. It's like he fell asleep, like exhaustion overwhelmed him. He doesn't wake when George shakes his shoulder.
Unsure of what else to do, George curls up in the armchair to keep watch.
How much he loves him, despite everything.
He goes back and forth on the subject, sits in the chair that Lee likes best and stares out at the city, scraping the nail of one thumb against the base of the other until he draws blood. He stares at it for a long time. One thing that Lee said to him keeps coming back -- George couldn't be a monster, because he was just trying to survive the world. So why should Lee be any different? That's what he keeps coming back to. That's the thought that he can't let go.
On the third day, he tries to call, but there's no answer. For twenty four hours, he tries and tries again and, somewhere in there, doubt creeps in. What if Lee isn't just ignoring him? What if Lee broke that final promise? What if Lee went back?
He can't bear the thought of it, so he grabs the jacket that Lee found in a thrift shop for him a d pulls it on, heading out into the chill night. He's only been to Lee's apartment a few times but the key in his pocket works in the door.
"Lee?"
He finds him on the couch, frozen in time. It's like he fell asleep, like exhaustion overwhelmed him. He doesn't wake when George shakes his shoulder.
Unsure of what else to do, George curls up in the armchair to keep watch.
