He helped me up, and we walked out of the club and into the cold night air. George looked over at me. "Where would you like to go?" I shrugged. "Why don't we go to the park? You know, the one with the pretty wish fountain." He smiled softly. "Alright. I suppose that'll work." Then we slowly walked together, hand in hand.

We arrived at the park, and I slowly walked over to the fountain. I sat on the edge of it and looked up at the stars. It was the clearest it had been in a while, and the moon was as bright as can be. Everything was so calm and peaceful, and the sky was like a beautiful sea of glimmering light above us.

I smiled as I began to count the stars. George looked over at me, then looked up at the sky and laughed quietly. "What exactly are you looking at?" I looked at him but then quickly looked down, slightly embarrassed. I shook my head and whispered, "Nothing... Everything just seems so peaceful up there, and sometimes I just like to get lost amongst the stars." I thought that probably sounded like the stupidest thing ever to him.

George moved a little closer and placed his hand on top of mine. "It's amazing to think there's a whole universe beyond us that we'll never get to see." I nodded, and George continued to talk. "It's truly beautiful," he said, turning to me. "But it doesn't come close to comparing with you."

I blushed and bit my bottom lip harshly, looking into George's eyes. I could see the same twinkle in his eyes that he had the day he first kissed me. My heart started to beat a little faster as I leaned closer to him. George parted his lips slightly, and I slowly leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss seemed to last forever. I looked away quickly afterwards and bit my lip even harder than before. "I-I'm sorry..." I stammered. "That's perfectly alright, sweetheart." George placed his hand under my chin and turned my head towards him again. He was smiling a little, but his face was bright red."How about we go home and go to bed?" He suggested.

I nodded as I stood up, gently taking his hand, and we walked all the way back home. George locked the front door behind us when we got in, and I started to walk towards the bathroom. George grabbed a pair of his pajamas and handed them to me.

I took them from him and walked into the bathroom as he went to change. I quickly changed into his pajamas and took off my makeup, placing my dress and shoes back into their boxes. I let my hair down and walked down the hall and into the bedroom.

George was laying on the bed reading. I climbed in on the other side, trying to disturb him as little as possible. He looked over at me with his big brown eyes and smiled softly. "I like your hair down," he commented. I laughed and rolled my eyes a little. "What are you talking about? My hair is a mess right now."

George put down his book and turned on his side so he could see me better. He shrugged and chuckled. "It looks sexy." I raised an eyebrow and shook my head. "I don't know what world you're living in, but there's something whacky going on there." I picked up a piece of my hair with my fingers. "I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but this is in no way sexy," I said with a quiet laugh.

George moved a few pieces of hair out of my face, tucking them behind my ear. "Y'know, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I don't just mean the way you look either. Everything about you is beautiful. The way you move, your personality, everything. I know you may not think so, and you may not believe me, but it's true. I love everything about you, and I feel like I don't tell you that enough."

I wasn't exactly sure how to respond. There were so many things I wanted to say back to him, but I didn't know how to put them into words. And I didn't want to make a fool out of myself trying to. I took a deep breath and turned on my back so I was facing the ceiling. "I love you, too, and you're my entire universe... There's so many more things I want to say to you. I just can't put any of them into the right words," I whispered. "I've tried so many times to think of how to explain everything to you, but I never can. I get so nervous sometimes even just talking to you, and I know that sounds really stupid. I've known you for over 5 years, but I still get nervous around you. There's so many things I want to say and do, but I can't because I'm restricting myself."

I closed my eyes, and I thought of my father. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was the reason I was so scared and nervous because I knew of all the terrible things he would do to me if he found out. I shivered as I thought of what he did before.

"What's wrong?" George asked in a soft voice. I shook my head. "It's nothing," I replied. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest. I could smell his cologne and the sweet scent of cigarette smoke on him. "I'm sorry I'm such a bother... I'm such a fucking idiot..."

"You're not a bother, sweetheart," George said gently kissing my forehead. "And you're not an idiot. I love you. Please don't ever forget that, okay?" I sighed and nodded. After a few seconds, I looked at him and smiled. "I love you, too," I said, pulling the covers over us. "Goodnight, George." He smiled back gently. "Goodnight, Aurora." Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep, wrapped in George's arms.