Crossroads | Neil & Georgia
ride-em-up:
> After sending off those messages, Georgia couldn’t help but try to get the soonest train possible. She explained to her father she’d probably be home later–she didn’t want to worry him–and packed a small bag with emergency items…in case it started to snow in August or something.
> She knew how painful an anniversary could be, and she knew how bad it was for a person to spend the time alone; she had seen her father go through it all for years. Georgia always personally took it on herself to at least try to bring someone out of that slump. It was the least she could do.
> The wait for the train was the longest part. She just wanted it to hurry so she could see Neil, make him (hopefully) feel better, and call herself the best person to cheer people up…okay, the last part was probably false, but she could look forward to something at least.
> She had taken the train over a few times before, but the scenery never stopped amazing her. It was so pretty and lively. Not like Bluebell wasn’t, but it was mountain ranges, so it was a little bit different. She appreciated the simple beauty in it. It was more modern than where she was, that was for sure. More space to do things with, at least.
> When the train arrived, she carefully put her bag on her back and stepped off. Her eyes scanned the crowd waiting briefly, unsure where there were even meeting. Luckily, a bit of red had caught her eye, and that red clothing belonged to a blonde. Well that solved that issue.
> Giving a smile, she went over to Neil, not totally sure how to greet him. He said hugs wouldn’t be so bad, but…maybe best not to push her luck? “How’ve you been doin’?” she asked. Wow, good question. Obviously awful Georgia. Nice job.
> When Georgia began approaching, it suddenly occurred to Neil that he still hadn’t thought about where they were going to go. She’d come all the way out here, and his mind was such a jumbled mess that he hadn’t even thought about it. He didn’t want to just stand around the station but he didn’t want to go back home either.
> Neil was kicking himself mentally now. Of course he didn’t think it through. He was too busy mulling about in his own self pity. It was a wonder he even managed to get out of bed in the morning in this state. After a calming breath he gave Georgia a light nod when she finally got to him from the crowd.
> How had he been? Wasn’t that the question. It didn’t really bother him that she asked that. It was a normal thing to say, despite the circumstances. Neil thought about it for only a moment or two before responding. “Uh.. I’ve been better... But I guess I’ve been worse too.”
> The statement was true enough. If he thought about it, it certainly put things into perspective. Though focusing on those memories wasn’t really want he wanted to do. He’d been doing that the past week or so and was sick of it. “Thanks for coming out here.”