"So you want her, then?"
No.
But he did not say anything out loud.
"Fine! You can go, then. It's obvious how much you want leave and go running to your Darling SophSoph!,"she spat venomously.
No. I only want you. I don't want to ever leave you again.
"Since you don't even want to talk to me, I guess I'll be leaving, then. Come on, Georgie."
She walked past him, head held high and tears streaming down her face and a pymgy-puff hissing threats at him. Despite the circumstances, he could not help but think how beautiful she was. The pale sunlight that came streaming in from the gaps in between the curtains set her eyes on fire. Her hair was coming out of her badly made bun, her face was looked grubby and dirty and her nose was running. Yet she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
Is it possible to love someone so much?
She turned around, having heard him mumble something. Her heart leapt at the possibility that maybe, just maybe he still loves me.
It sank as quickly as it had risen when he turned around and walked quickly out of the other door.