Part 23
"Dear George,
I know this might not be the best time, and things haven't been going so hot for you. And you don't know how sorry I am. I really like you, George, and in the short time, I've known you, you have been a big influence on me. You are a great listener, and you are an expert in bed. Its not that I don't like, I do like you, I love you, and now is not the best time for this, but, I'm still a kid, and you should, no you deserve better. I am sorry, I can't be supportive, You especially need someone right now, but I can't provide it. Maybe in a few years, you will take me back when I grow up.......
-Much love, and hopes of a better life,
Frances Malone"
"Dear Geo,
I love you. I am so sorry. You can't know how sorry I am. I need you, Geo, you are my strength. I do not deserve you though, you deserve so much better. I have hurt you so much, and put you through so much. You need someone to be your rock, your pillar of strength. Instead, you get stuck with people who become dependive on you. You are the greatest, most humane person, I have ever known. The only thing you ever did to hurt me was to try to save people's lives through your work, as all the people working with you do. You don't deserve some person who never fully grew up, like me, you and your co-workers deserve medals. I have never loved anyone as much as I have you, Geo. You were always so sweet to me, and always, always there when I needed you. Please forgive me for failing you....
- Thank you so much for coming into my life,
Your little cupcake,
Rich."
George folds both letters back to the way they were, placing them neatly in a stack of letters. He should just throw the whole stack away, he really doesn't need to whole onto them. All letters of people when they broke up with him. He frowns, Rich's isn't really a break up letter, and it will probably always effect him more than the rest. He ties a ribbion around them, and places them in a box. The only thing, he ever kept neatly. A box of memories. Bits of his shattered heart. He sets the box neatly back in his closet, and looks for the tissue box. He dries his eyes, deciding to go listen to the radio. He feels like doing something, but he isn't sure, so he might as well. He walks into the living room, and picks up a little portable with batteries, and takes it over to the beanbag chair. He sits down in it. He hears the cat walking around in the kitchen, but the cat eagerly bounds towards him, when he turns on the radio. The cat jumps in his lap, and George strokes his fur with one hand, as he tries to get in a station with the other. The first clear song he gets is a techno song he and Richard used to dance to. He frowns. He flips the station.
"This is Cool 100, oldies." He hears the announcer say. He decides what the heck, who knows when he will get in a station from Orlando again. He used to listen to Oldies a long time ago.
He hears a familliar Beatles song start to play, but instead of changing it. He decides to sing along, changing the words to suit his situation.
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I am not half the man I use to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday, came suddenly.
Why they had to go, I don't know, they didn't say.
I said something wrong and I long for yester-day...
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now, I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday...."He shuts it off, not wanting to hear the second verse repeated again. He sets the radio down, and strokes the cat's fur with both hands. The cat purrs loudly in his lap.Soon, kitty is sleeping peacefully.
"The good thing, boy, is I don't fear death anymore, What ever sins, I've commited, I've spent my time in Hell." He murmurs more to himself then the cat.
The End!!!!
Author's end notes/ dedication : Thank you everyone who read this. I especially want to thank, God, for given me the talent to write, and my beta reader, Jordan_Radcliffe, who got me interested in Profiler to begin with. This is my first Profiler fanfic, though I have written other fanfics, I hope I did the characters the proper justice. I apologize for making anyone cry, I was almost to tears as I wrote some parts. . "Yesterday" by the Beatles, is most definetly not mind, and the idea to close it, came to me as I was writing. The end quote minus the word Boy, is a quote George uses on the episode "Double Vision."Umm, I hope everyone liked it, and I am sorry if I am babbling now.
"Dear George,
I know this might not be the best time, and things haven't been going so hot for you. And you don't know how sorry I am. I really like you, George, and in the short time, I've known you, you have been a big influence on me. You are a great listener, and you are an expert in bed. Its not that I don't like, I do like you, I love you, and now is not the best time for this, but, I'm still a kid, and you should, no you deserve better. I am sorry, I can't be supportive, You especially need someone right now, but I can't provide it. Maybe in a few years, you will take me back when I grow up.......
-Much love, and hopes of a better life,
Frances Malone"
"Dear Geo,
I love you. I am so sorry. You can't know how sorry I am. I need you, Geo, you are my strength. I do not deserve you though, you deserve so much better. I have hurt you so much, and put you through so much. You need someone to be your rock, your pillar of strength. Instead, you get stuck with people who become dependive on you. You are the greatest, most humane person, I have ever known. The only thing you ever did to hurt me was to try to save people's lives through your work, as all the people working with you do. You don't deserve some person who never fully grew up, like me, you and your co-workers deserve medals. I have never loved anyone as much as I have you, Geo. You were always so sweet to me, and always, always there when I needed you. Please forgive me for failing you....
- Thank you so much for coming into my life,
Your little cupcake,
Rich."
George folds both letters back to the way they were, placing them neatly in a stack of letters. He should just throw the whole stack away, he really doesn't need to whole onto them. All letters of people when they broke up with him. He frowns, Rich's isn't really a break up letter, and it will probably always effect him more than the rest. He ties a ribbion around them, and places them in a box. The only thing, he ever kept neatly. A box of memories. Bits of his shattered heart. He sets the box neatly back in his closet, and looks for the tissue box. He dries his eyes, deciding to go listen to the radio. He feels like doing something, but he isn't sure, so he might as well. He walks into the living room, and picks up a little portable with batteries, and takes it over to the beanbag chair. He sits down in it. He hears the cat walking around in the kitchen, but the cat eagerly bounds towards him, when he turns on the radio. The cat jumps in his lap, and George strokes his fur with one hand, as he tries to get in a station with the other. The first clear song he gets is a techno song he and Richard used to dance to. He frowns. He flips the station.
"This is Cool 100, oldies." He hears the announcer say. He decides what the heck, who knows when he will get in a station from Orlando again. He used to listen to Oldies a long time ago.
He hears a familliar Beatles song start to play, but instead of changing it. He decides to sing along, changing the words to suit his situation.
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I am not half the man I use to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday, came suddenly.
Why they had to go, I don't know, they didn't say.
I said something wrong and I long for yester-day...
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now, I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday...."He shuts it off, not wanting to hear the second verse repeated again. He sets the radio down, and strokes the cat's fur with both hands. The cat purrs loudly in his lap.Soon, kitty is sleeping peacefully.
"The good thing, boy, is I don't fear death anymore, What ever sins, I've commited, I've spent my time in Hell." He murmurs more to himself then the cat.
The End!!!!
Author's end notes/ dedication : Thank you everyone who read this. I especially want to thank, God, for given me the talent to write, and my beta reader, Jordan_Radcliffe, who got me interested in Profiler to begin with. This is my first Profiler fanfic, though I have written other fanfics, I hope I did the characters the proper justice. I apologize for making anyone cry, I was almost to tears as I wrote some parts. . "Yesterday" by the Beatles, is most definetly not mind, and the idea to close it, came to me as I was writing. The end quote minus the word Boy, is a quote George uses on the episode "Double Vision."Umm, I hope everyone liked it, and I am sorry if I am babbling now.