*George’s POV*
The click of the door closing was like the trigger of a gun unloaded, but the threat still remained. My heart ached as I stood alone in the living room of our apartment. Taking a deep breath, I ironed out the creases of my shirt with the palm of my hand and strode over to the coffee machine. I needed something strong to get me through this day. With the simple flick of a switch, the machine hummed, coffee filled my cup and the warm aroma was carried through the kitchen on tendrils of steam. I should’ve made her one too. Selfish bastard, I cursed myself. No... instead of looking after her and getting her what she needed to stand tall and strong as we set things in motion, I chose to rather f**k her. I’d be a liar if I said I regretted taking what’s mine, but I could’ve been
