Ch. 9 memories of the mind

He stood over the ledge. The ledge that stood above a three hundred foot drop into the sharp rocks in the lake. Surely the squid would kill him if the impact didn't. He hesitated a moment but the scream of a woman that amitted his mind shook him and he edged closer to his death. Then something he didn't expect happened.

"Stop!"

George looked over his shoulder. There he saw a running figure. The girl, clutching her breast as she ran towards him, her cloak flapping wet in the wind. He noticed that tears were falling from her eyes. He stood there, paralyzed. He wanted to jump, but for some reason the girl was stopping him.

"George, no, please." Said the girl, finally identified as Yvonne. She fell to his feet. "Why are you doing this?" she asked looking into his eyes. George couldn't hide it anymore, he had to do one of two things. He either needed to jump, or he needed to tell her everything. Tell her each and every thought that entered his mind. Every last memory, the body, the figure, the screaming, the death.

Finally he collapsed onto her. Yvonne laid him out on her lap. Hearing him breath. She too could breath now. She was scared. She had just met him but already they had this strong conection. Yvonne was fast asleep ten minutes prior. Something was tugging at her heart that moment as she lie in her bed. Something told her to run, run outside. To stop, to stop whatever it was. She didn't know until she saw it. She had to stop him.

Finally he opened his eyes. He tried to speak but she put a finger to his lips. 'Don't say anything.' Her voice appeared in his mind. 'Just show me.' He closed his eyes again. Why did he trust her, why did he let her stop him? What was so special about her? Why did her voice reach his mind? Why was he okay with it? Why wasn't he asking any questions?

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A few hours later they still sat by the ledge. She was hugging him and listening to him crawl ever so slowely out of his shell. Listening to every horrific detail. Seeing his own mother fall. Seeing everything. Seeing the figures face. Hearing the blood curtling scream. Then hearing what the woman had said to him. What his mother said to him.

"You will fall, fall deeper and deeper, sliding towards death, but an angel in disguise will save you, will save you by destroying their own lives."

Yvonne wondered for a moment. Did she mean her? After all, everything was fitting so well. She wouldn't think of it now. She released herself from his mind. She just sat there watching him relive the memories and events of that unfaithful night. George would look at her every so often, but he said no words. There was an unspoken bond being built as they both sat there. Looking over the edge towards the place where George almost had fallen to his death.

Three more hours passed. They didn't care that both of them had missed their classes. No one was looking for either of them anyways. Yvonne ran her fingers through his hair and whispered things into his mind hoping to relieve him of the ever burning pain. Finally one of the spoke.

"I don't want to think of this any longer. Now that you know…everything, tell me about you. About Anthony, about anything. Yvonne looked taken aback. She didn't want to talk about Anthony but she would do anything for George not to think of that again. So she talked.

"Well we met in Muggle school. It was an amazing little courtship. He was my first boyfriend. We were in math class together, he always made me laugh. I feel in lust with him immediately. And apparently so did he. Well anyways. One day I was drawing in my sketch book and I had written some things, things about him and he always liked to go through it looking at my drawings. And well one day he was looking in it and I took it away from him rather quickly. Quickly enough for suspicion. So we played tug-of-war with it until I finally gave in and let him read it. And in amazement he felt the same thing. I was so taken aback. I couldn't concentrate the whole day.

'So after a while, more like five days, we went on our first date. We went to the movies and that's when we stared kissing. Oh I remember like it was yesterday. It was like making out without the tongue, so I guess just standard kissing. But it was so grand. That was the day he said he loved me. I will never forget it. Yes I know five days was a little fast, well very fast but I was young and it was my first relationship.

'I felt like I could always trust him. He knew all of my insecurities, he knew of all my faults, my depressions, he knew everything. I only told him everything. He knew how I hated myself because of my weight. But well… I don't want to talk about it any more either." She looked away form George. "Come on, something happy now. Lets go back to the castle and I will make you some hot chocolate. Lord knows we both need some."

George and Yvonne walked back to the castle. Both in each others arms. Did they love each other? No, not yet. But they felt destined to be with one another. When they reached the common room George looked at Yvonne and smiled at her. The common room was abandoned because of schooling. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She blushed down to her neck.

"Thank you." He said. She stuttered to say something but instead turned away to make the hot chocolate.