Ch.7 Midnight misconceptions.

Ever since the night that George cracked and finally cried and Yvonne had been in such a deep depression it seemed like the two joined in such a strong bond that nothing could pull them apart. They became each others family. Yet they both used their powers on one another the whole time. If Yvonne was having a bad day, her aura was showing it. And if George was thinking something Yvonne knew about it.

The most striking thing that happened was on one Saturday afternoon, a week into the year. When George looked at Yvonne, he noticed something strikingly different in her aura. He noticed this as love, or some sort of form. He was instantly flattered but at the same time he became more distant and dark to her. Yvonne found out the same thing when she read his mind that same day.

"Wow, she is so beautiful, No, no George. Don't even start with that. Then you'll fall in love and you'll tell her about everything. I cant tell her anything, not that, anything but that." Yvonne looked away quickly and was distraught the whole day. Yet in the depths of her mind she was happy that he liked her. Yet she was still heavily saddened by Anthony's and hers break-up.

George would console her, not well, but he would. She would be seen crying well into the morning over him. He just watched her from the stair case, covered by darkness so he wouldn't see her. He watched as she would sit in front of the fire and hold a small paper turtle in her hand, along with her ring. One night he watched her as she cried for the last time. He stood out of her vision, and watched her as two in the morning came. She cried heavily into a empty box of Kleenex as she sang a song to herself. Thinking that no one could here her.

"Hope life's been good to you since you've been gone, I'm doing fine now I finally moved one." She cried, her words slurred and babbled as she wept. "It's not so bad, I'm not that sad. I'm not surprised just how well I survived, I'm over the worst and I feel so alive, I cant complain, I'm free again." She started to cry into her hands again. She slid from the chair to the floor as her face became red and wet. "And it only hurts when I'm breathing, my heart only breaks when its beating, my dreams only die when I'm dreaming. So I hold my breath to forget." She became silent. She looked into the fire as she cried until the tears stopped. "Don't think I'm lying round crying at night, there's no need to worry, I'm really all right. I've never looked back, as a matter of fact." George didn't know what to do. Should eh go down there and console her? His mind raced, but his feet moved faster. He walked down the stairs towards her.

"Hey." he said putting a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at the sight of him, she thought she had been alone.

"Oh, hey." she said wiping her nose on her hand.

"Don't, don't get up." he said. He knelt down next to her and embraced her. She Grabbed his shirt and clung to his shoulders. He sat there on the ground and rocked her for an hour. She cried silently on his shoulder. He rubbed her head and kissed her hair. Trying his best to make her feel as best as she possibly could. Once she finally let go of him, her eyes were still red but she had a smile on her face.

"Thanks, you don't know how much this means to me, no one ever did this for me, not even my mo-" He put his index finger up to her lips to silence her. They both looked into each others eyes and for a moment stared, soon they began to feel themselves moving towards one another, slowly their eyes closed and their lips were terribly close. She was trembling in his arms.

Their lips touched and for a moment both were lost in another world. Then Yvonne shifted her weight away from him. Their lips were disconnected and her arms pushed against his chest. "I… I cant, I'm… I'm sorry. " she said as she got up from the floor where they both sat. She dusted herself off and ran up the stairs towards the girls dormatory. He flopped himself into the chair he was leaning against two seconds before. He heaved a large sigh and ran his fingers through his long red hair. What had just happened?

Why did she push him away? Was it him? No, of course it wasn't him. She had just gotten through a break up. It probably left her thinking of Anthony. He felt a rush of anger sweep through him, and then a wave of depression. He was back in the same spot. Only different this time. What was it about her that made him this way? Why hadn't any other girl make him feel this way? He hadn't even been this open to Ginny. And he certainly never wanted to kiss anyone as much as he wanted to kiss her. And he did.

But it didn't feel right. Not that time. He would wait till it was the right time. He shouldn't have interrupted her crying. Just left her there to wallow in her self pity. But why couldn't he have done that? What controlled him to make him move towards her? What was it about her? Yvonne…Yvonne.