George had been infatuated with you since day one. He still liked you, even when you hardly seemed to know he existed. He had become your friend, your confidant. He moved into your house and things were going well. Really well. He made coffee in the mornings, and when you both had weekends off you would watch movies together. It was nice, honestly. He was nice.

Your week hadn't been going well. You missed your ex, among other things, and he had walked into your room and sat with you while you cried. After you had calmed down a bit, his hand slowly found yours and he wrapped his fingers around yours.

"I know I'm not a world-renowned surgeon and I know I'm not a lot of things you've gone for in the past," he started, swallowing roughly.

"I know. But I would never leave you. I would never hurt you. And I will never stop loving you."