"𝐎𝐡, 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥..."

「⊹˙◌˚∘˙*」

It wasn't new that George loved her intensely. The guitarist's heart was hers, and it wouldn't be anyone else's. Oh, how he adored her, he devoured her, as if listening to her words were a drug; it was pleasurable, it was good to hear her voice, but her absence would cause an emptiness, such a longing, a need.

.

He was so amazed at her, his girl, that he dedicated a notebook to her. Photographs.

All tours and meetings were immortalized by photos taken with her, his muse, distracted in all of them, smiling, laughing, playing with insects, feeding street animals, simply being her.

However, after a visit to his girlfriend's house, George forgot his notebook there. How? We don't know, it was something very impossible to happen (but it did).

Curious, the girl decided to flip through the small leather notebook, after all, she didn't recognize it as her's. Seeing those photographs with her image and the dates on top of each one, she couldn't help but smiled, her heart growing warm.

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Rriiing

The telephone echoed through the living room of George's flat, who quickly answered the call.

"Oh, 'ello? Who's calling?"