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A rumble of thunder shook the silence in the bedroom, as Dillon walked inside and shut the door behind him.
"The night that I left," he stared down at his hands as he sat on the end of the bed "It was raining, remember?"
Georgie nodded, tucking her knees to her chest as she leaned against the headboard.
"I remember thinking 'this is too perfect' you know? It's the kinda thing that only happens in the movies. Leaving somebody you love, the rain just setting the mood ....I remember I looked up and I could see you standing at the window....and for a second, just for a second, I almost turned around and jumped back on that elevator. I almost said 'to hell with it' right then....But I just kept telling myself that I couldn't wake up one morning ...only to find out that I was alone. Find out that somebody had hurt you for the things I did. I couldn't do it, I couldn't come back, so I turned around and got in that car...and I told myself to let go."
"But it didn't work," Georgie whispered.
"No," he shook his head "When I came back, and I saw you. I realized nothing changed. It felt so good to be with you, to talk to you, to hear your voice...listen to you laugh....but again, what did I do? I told myself that I would only cause trouble for you and I left...again."
"You don't have to run from me Dillon. I choose my own life and if I want it to be with you.... If I want to take the risk that one day my life may be over, that's my choice. I would rather be with you and take that chance, than live fifty healthy years without you."
"You know when you came through that door today, I just wanted to forget everything...I didn't want to talk about it because I knew that if I did...I'd never let you leave...and that would not be fair to you."
"I'm not going anywhere...I don't care if I have to sleep in this guest room for the rest of my life and quit my job...I don't want to leave," Georgie shook her head "I want to stay here with you."
"Are you sure?" he moved closer to her "Are you sure that this is what you want?"
"It's the only thing I ever wanted...*You* are the only thing I've ever wanted."
"If anything ever happened..."
"It won't," she shook her head "I know you'll protect me...and I'll protect you."
"I love you so much," he whispered, taking her face in his hands and kissing her, knowing it wasn't going to be the last time. It was just the beginning.
The sun came up, but they missed it. Lying in the bed, with their arms wrapped around each other they were oblivious to the entire world. Finally, Dillon woke up and playfully shook Georgie awake.
"You know," she giggled "We probably should get out of bed. It's almost two."
"Just one more minute," Dillon whispered wrapping his arm around her "I'm never gonna let you go."
"I hope not," she looked up into his eyes with a smile "Come on, let's have breakfast."
Dillon sighed, following her out of the bed and into the living room.
"Um one problem," he laughed "We don't cook."
"Well, we'll go out. Let me just go get dressed."
Dillon watched her go back to the bedroom and dropped onto the couch. He couldn't believe everything that had happened. He finally had Georgie back in his life, he knew it was a risk but Georgie was right. It was worth it. He would take every precaution and make every arrangement to keep her safe from his enemies. If only he hadn't wasted the last three years of his life.
"Sir," Leo opened the door "Georgie has some visitors."
"What?" Dillon gave him a puzzled look as he stood up and walked toward the door. Who in the world would have come here to see her here?
"Hey Dillon," Maxie came through the door, followed closely by Emily.
"What, are you, doing here?" he asked slowly for effect.
"We came to see my sister. Is she still in the guest room?" Maxie folded her arms across her chest.
"Yeah, she's getting changed."
"Well, could you point us in the right direction?" Emily glanced around.
"Well," Dillon began but before he could finish, Georgie came back.
"Ok, I'm ready!" she caught sight of the visitors and smiled "What are you doing here?"
"We came to see how you were doing," Emily gave Dillon a disappointed glare. She and Maxie had spent the whole night worrying about Georgie. In an attempt to give her the support she needed, they had convinced Nikolas to take them to the city to see her.
"I'm fine," Georgie grinned, eager to tell them everything "Dillon and I are back together."
"What?" Maxie and Emily said at the same time.
"Yeah, we were just about to go get something to eat, you guys want to come?"
"Sure," Emily smiled "Nikolas is back at our hotel."
"You guys got a hotel? You should have known you could stay here," Georgie responded as the girls walked out the door.
"Wait a minute," Dillon wrapped his arms around her "Isn't this one of those things we should agree on together?"
"No," she smiled as she shook her head and kissed him before heading out behind them.
Later that night, they lay on the couch, cuddled underneath a blanket. A warm fire was crackling in the fireplace and it provided the only light in the room. After a long day of questions from the girls, and having idle conversation with Nikolas, the two of them had finally made it back to the penthouse.
"They were just worried, you know," Georgie whispered "Actually, there's something I should tell you about."
"What?"
Georgie sat up so she could look him in the eye. She knew she had to tell him about all the problems that she had after he had left. He deserved to know and she never knew when it might come up.
"I started drinking, after you left town the first time. I mean at first, it was just for fun you know? A chance to unwind after a day of those boring biology classes but I realized, the more I drank, the better I felt. I never thought about you, about how much pain I was in. It just disappeared and I liked it."
Dillon studied her face. This came as a shock to him. He never pictured Georgie as the type to drink, especially not to escape.
"Anyway, I started going to Jake's a lot. I'd drink anything. Vodka, tequilla, you name it. Until one night, Maxie picked me up from the bar, and I was crying, talking about you....and she took me to Nikolas and Emily's house. They spent that entire night telling me I needed to stop, I needed to get help for myself."
Dillon brushed a few strands of hair out of her face softly and smiled supportively at her.
"They saved me," she nodded her head "They convinced me to save myself from drowning...and that's what I was doing, I was drowning."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he whispered, pulling her down next to him.
"It's not your fault," she shook her head, "I did it to myself."
"Yeah but I should have been there. It wouldn't have happened..."
"Don't say that. You did what you thought was right."
"Biggest mistake of my life," he shook his head.
"I don't know about that. Maybe we needed it."
"Why?"
"It was a test, to see how strong our love really is."
Dillon marveled at her. The way she was handling this whole situation, the way she had been so quick to forgive him for his choices. The way she loved him.
"So how did we do?"
"Perfect."
A rumble of thunder shook the silence in the bedroom, as Dillon walked inside and shut the door behind him.
"The night that I left," he stared down at his hands as he sat on the end of the bed "It was raining, remember?"
Georgie nodded, tucking her knees to her chest as she leaned against the headboard.
"I remember thinking 'this is too perfect' you know? It's the kinda thing that only happens in the movies. Leaving somebody you love, the rain just setting the mood ....I remember I looked up and I could see you standing at the window....and for a second, just for a second, I almost turned around and jumped back on that elevator. I almost said 'to hell with it' right then....But I just kept telling myself that I couldn't wake up one morning ...only to find out that I was alone. Find out that somebody had hurt you for the things I did. I couldn't do it, I couldn't come back, so I turned around and got in that car...and I told myself to let go."
"But it didn't work," Georgie whispered.
"No," he shook his head "When I came back, and I saw you. I realized nothing changed. It felt so good to be with you, to talk to you, to hear your voice...listen to you laugh....but again, what did I do? I told myself that I would only cause trouble for you and I left...again."
"You don't have to run from me Dillon. I choose my own life and if I want it to be with you.... If I want to take the risk that one day my life may be over, that's my choice. I would rather be with you and take that chance, than live fifty healthy years without you."
"You know when you came through that door today, I just wanted to forget everything...I didn't want to talk about it because I knew that if I did...I'd never let you leave...and that would not be fair to you."
"I'm not going anywhere...I don't care if I have to sleep in this guest room for the rest of my life and quit my job...I don't want to leave," Georgie shook her head "I want to stay here with you."
"Are you sure?" he moved closer to her "Are you sure that this is what you want?"
"It's the only thing I ever wanted...*You* are the only thing I've ever wanted."
"If anything ever happened..."
"It won't," she shook her head "I know you'll protect me...and I'll protect you."
"I love you so much," he whispered, taking her face in his hands and kissing her, knowing it wasn't going to be the last time. It was just the beginning.
The sun came up, but they missed it. Lying in the bed, with their arms wrapped around each other they were oblivious to the entire world. Finally, Dillon woke up and playfully shook Georgie awake.
"You know," she giggled "We probably should get out of bed. It's almost two."
"Just one more minute," Dillon whispered wrapping his arm around her "I'm never gonna let you go."
"I hope not," she looked up into his eyes with a smile "Come on, let's have breakfast."
Dillon sighed, following her out of the bed and into the living room.
"Um one problem," he laughed "We don't cook."
"Well, we'll go out. Let me just go get dressed."
Dillon watched her go back to the bedroom and dropped onto the couch. He couldn't believe everything that had happened. He finally had Georgie back in his life, he knew it was a risk but Georgie was right. It was worth it. He would take every precaution and make every arrangement to keep her safe from his enemies. If only he hadn't wasted the last three years of his life.
"Sir," Leo opened the door "Georgie has some visitors."
"What?" Dillon gave him a puzzled look as he stood up and walked toward the door. Who in the world would have come here to see her here?
"Hey Dillon," Maxie came through the door, followed closely by Emily.
"What, are you, doing here?" he asked slowly for effect.
"We came to see my sister. Is she still in the guest room?" Maxie folded her arms across her chest.
"Yeah, she's getting changed."
"Well, could you point us in the right direction?" Emily glanced around.
"Well," Dillon began but before he could finish, Georgie came back.
"Ok, I'm ready!" she caught sight of the visitors and smiled "What are you doing here?"
"We came to see how you were doing," Emily gave Dillon a disappointed glare. She and Maxie had spent the whole night worrying about Georgie. In an attempt to give her the support she needed, they had convinced Nikolas to take them to the city to see her.
"I'm fine," Georgie grinned, eager to tell them everything "Dillon and I are back together."
"What?" Maxie and Emily said at the same time.
"Yeah, we were just about to go get something to eat, you guys want to come?"
"Sure," Emily smiled "Nikolas is back at our hotel."
"You guys got a hotel? You should have known you could stay here," Georgie responded as the girls walked out the door.
"Wait a minute," Dillon wrapped his arms around her "Isn't this one of those things we should agree on together?"
"No," she smiled as she shook her head and kissed him before heading out behind them.
Later that night, they lay on the couch, cuddled underneath a blanket. A warm fire was crackling in the fireplace and it provided the only light in the room. After a long day of questions from the girls, and having idle conversation with Nikolas, the two of them had finally made it back to the penthouse.
"They were just worried, you know," Georgie whispered "Actually, there's something I should tell you about."
"What?"
Georgie sat up so she could look him in the eye. She knew she had to tell him about all the problems that she had after he had left. He deserved to know and she never knew when it might come up.
"I started drinking, after you left town the first time. I mean at first, it was just for fun you know? A chance to unwind after a day of those boring biology classes but I realized, the more I drank, the better I felt. I never thought about you, about how much pain I was in. It just disappeared and I liked it."
Dillon studied her face. This came as a shock to him. He never pictured Georgie as the type to drink, especially not to escape.
"Anyway, I started going to Jake's a lot. I'd drink anything. Vodka, tequilla, you name it. Until one night, Maxie picked me up from the bar, and I was crying, talking about you....and she took me to Nikolas and Emily's house. They spent that entire night telling me I needed to stop, I needed to get help for myself."
Dillon brushed a few strands of hair out of her face softly and smiled supportively at her.
"They saved me," she nodded her head "They convinced me to save myself from drowning...and that's what I was doing, I was drowning."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he whispered, pulling her down next to him.
"It's not your fault," she shook her head, "I did it to myself."
"Yeah but I should have been there. It wouldn't have happened..."
"Don't say that. You did what you thought was right."
"Biggest mistake of my life," he shook his head.
"I don't know about that. Maybe we needed it."
"Why?"
"It was a test, to see how strong our love really is."
Dillon marveled at her. The way she was handling this whole situation, the way she had been so quick to forgive him for his choices. The way she loved him.
"So how did we do?"
"Perfect."