George, much like his twin, had always been a social butterfly. He was often the centre of attention, the one to break the silence, the one to initiate hangouts... And you were always a part of those plans. He'd ask for your opinions, if you were free, if you wanted certain people to show up. But currently, it looked as if he didn't care at all. George hangs around everyone but you now, and it definitely hurts... Every time he walks past, happily chatting with someone else as if that space beside him wasn't once reserved for you, a pang of bittersweet and agonizing unrequited love would pierce your heart.