I'm not sure why, but those words were now imprinted in my mind. Just the mere thought of maybe one day being George's wife made my heart pound and my stomach flutter wildly. That would be a dream come true. Although, I knew he only wrote that so we could share a room in the hotel without getting in trouble.

I lay on the bed staring up at the paint splattered ceiling, tracing half hazard shapes with my eyes. George was in the bathroom taking a shower and singing some of his favorite songs, and as he did so I listened to his beautiful voice, just loud enough for me to hear over the sound of the water. I hadn't realized it, but eventually the water shut off, and George must've been getting ready for bed as I rolled onto my side and stared at the darkness looming outside. A slight smile spread across my face as I listened to George; he was still singing.

I hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom either, but the next thing I knew he was singing softly in my ear and wrapping his arms gently around my waist. I smiled softly as he sang the words to one of my favorite songs. "Listen. Do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell?" He pulled me closer to him and placed gentle kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His voice was getting softer. "Closer. Let me whisper in your ear, say the words you long to hear. I'm in love with you."

I rolled over to face him and gently kissed his nose. "I love you, too, George."

George smiled gently and kissed my forehead in return. "And through thick and thin, I always will, love."

I closed my eyes and buried my face in his chest. "I will, too. No matter what."

***

I woke up feeling groggy and slightly out of it, but I just brushed it off, figuring it would go away eventually. George was still asleep, so I quietly got up and made my way to the bathroom.

Immediately, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like walking death. My face was white as a ghost, my eyes were bloodshot, and there were bags under them. There were pains in my stomach that felt like someone was just repeatedly stabbing me. I closed the door and made my way over to the toilet, dropping to my knees. The pains were making me sick. I involuntarily rid my stomach of all its contents, if there were any, and knelt there heaving and shaking, too weak to get up.

George groaned softly as he awoke from his lazy sleep. He rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. His fist hit the door as he knocked on it, and I groaned in response. "Good morning, Aurora," he said sleepily.

When I didn't answer him, he slowly walked in. George stared at me, unsure of what to do. I looked up at him, still shaking slightly, and whimpered a little. Then everything went black.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated this story in forever. School's been insane, and I haven't really had any motivation to write or any good ideas as to where this story should go. I just got out of school though, and I finally got at least a little inspiration. I'm sorry this chapter isn't very good, and it's probably kinda short, too. I'm not sure anyone's even reading this anymore. They probably aren't, but either way, I hope this is at least okay to read and not completely awful.