George rests his head against Celine’s chest gripping her waist, she rests her hand on the back of his neck,
“You need this thing out, I want you to be free of all of the s**t Solomon did to you, and this is part of it. I just hate the fact that you’re going to be in pain, and I can’t do anything.” She could feel his tears wetting her t-shirt. She scoffs,
“You think I’m looking forward to this? I felt this thing being put in me, and I survived that. I’ll survive this. Pain is temporary, the freedom of not having this thing in me is going to be forever. Please, just don’t make me do this without you.” Her voice is hoarse, her own tears falling now. He looks up at her,
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than by your side. You’ll never face anything alone again.” She takes his face in
