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George felt a need to curl into himself to forget it all. What more was there for him when cheating death wasn’t a part of the plan. What if somehow his death sentence became somebody else’s if he tried? There was no way he could live life knowing all he did was take away somebody else’s life. He wondered why they had all been sent back in time but even though he understood it could mean something he wouldn’t risk it.
“Fawna,” he whispered, eyes watering. It’d be a lie if he said he’d thought of everything she’d said. Of course he hadn’t thought about how everyone else had felt going on in a world were he was no more. He’d been stuck on what would happen to him that he had forgotten about everything else. But would that change things? No, they couldn’t. They wouldn’t. Breathing was getting harder and harder with the passing of time, the pressure of tomorrow swallowing him whole. “I love you. I love you, but what can be done?”
“If it happened there was a reason to it. A cause.” Georgie said, shrugging. “An the fact that they are unsure as to why it happened is even worst. Because out there someone or something is preparing to happen. I am just collateral damage of a tragedy."
Looking down at her hands grasping his he couldn’t help all the tears that began pouring out. "I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to die.”
“You have to get it, though. There isn’t more for me out there? I died for a reason. I had to have died for a reason.” And maybe that was the truth the hurt the most to swallow. That his death could be the catalyst to something bigger that he couldn’t understand, and would never find out. Because if his death was for nothing. No, he wouldn’t be able to stomach such a reality.
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“You can work with me,” she insisted, “you can work with me and we can fix this.” She didn’t know if that was true. Just because Fawna desperately wanted it to be the truth didn’t mean that it was, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around any reason for George to die. Everyone’s lives changed when he died, but why would that matter? They all remembered it. His death was enough to shock her into the realization that she needed to be someone else, someone better, but that’s who she was now. His survival wouldn’t change that. And if it did, well, she’d rather be the girl she was seven years ago with him than the woman she was now without.
Hearing him say he didn’t want to die was enough. She knew that already, but hearing the words come out of his mouth --- she would do whatever it took. The last thing Fawna wanted was for him to cry, to hurt. She released his hands to scoot closer, wrap her arms around his shoulders. “Then you won’t.” It was spoken like a promise. It was a promise she didn’t know if she could keep, but surely, surely with all of them looking for a way to change it, surely with George being in on the truth now, surely they could find a better outcome.
“There was no reason for you to die.” She tightened her embrace, shaking her head. As life went on she tried to believe everything happened for a reason, she tried to believe the past couldn’t be altered because it was the only way to go forward, but she couldn’t. She’d had seven years to find a reason for the loss of him and Nina, and there wasn’t one. “It was an accident. Or it was a deranged person. Either way, there is more out there for you. There’s me. I’m out there, and I need you.”
