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Chapter 29- End of Pt.1

Clay's POV

As I walked down the stairs with a small hand held in mine, belonging to the blushing brunette beside me, there was nothing in the world I could have wanted more. I was, for once, truly content with everything in my life. George and I didn't talk much as we left the apartments and strode down the street together. We didn't need to. Though usually both of us hated silence, the atmosphere around us was perfectly comfortable. Our minds were completely clear as our held hands swung back and forth in time with our steps, George's head rested on my shoulder. For once, we had found some kind of peace in ourselves and one another.

This didn't mean our problems were over, of course not! In every relationship there is struggles and arguments, bumps to be overcome. George was still in a battle with his eating disorder, one that he wasn't yet coming out top in. As for me, making the cuts on my legs didn't seem to be a one time thing, and my mind was going overboard fighting to stop myself from making more.

But me, Dreamwastaken and my boyfriend, Georgenotfound, were in love. We found each other, and it clicked. So much pain remained in both our hearts, reminding us that it wasn't all ok right now- but also that there was someone beside us to help push through. 

And by the end of the evening, after George managing to eat just over a quarter of his meal, we were sat on a park bench with our hands still held. His head was again on my shoulder and my head rested on his as our eyes looked up at the clear sky. Still only a few words were said: some mumbles about the fuzzy feeling in our stomachs, comments on the shining stars. 

My thigh brushed against his and I could practically hear his blush as he giggled, tugging up his socks in an attempt to hide the bare skin between them and the rim of his skirt.

Even when some older couples gave us strange looks, or young boys drove past making faces, our fingers remained intertwined and our moods remained calm and happy. I certainly knew how amazing George looked, and after me showing him I was sure he felt at least a little more confident.  Someone's granny couldn't change that.

Back at home we curled up on the bed, only kicking off our shoes before a certain brunette head snuggled it's way into my arms. I welcomed it happily, stroking curly hair as pale fingers traced the freckles on my face. I could even see the concentrated line in between his eyebrows as he tried to count them, bringing a smile to my lips and a flutter to my stomach. 

Ending it all with the words 'I love you' we turned the lights off, lying comfortably in one another's arms. Exactly where we belonged, with no trace of negativity left in our minds when they drifted off to relive everything that just happened.

Together.

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END OF PT 1!!!! Don't forget to vote :)

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I am NOT ending the book. It will just be in different parts, related to relevance and theme- so part 1 was them getting together, part 2 will be them fighting their problems, etc.

Thank you for all the support lately, it's really appreciated. If you want to see more of my dnf writing I have another book on here called 'Muffled words'- check it out :))

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