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[georgina t. ogden-wood]

and the story of us
LOOKS A LOT LIKE A TRAGEDY NOW

opening your eyes and suddenly finding yourself in a hospital room was a scary scenario to imagine. it was even harder to live through. waking up in that hospital room had to have been one of the scariest moments of her life. nothing made sense and there were so many people around. two male doctors and a nurse. they all seemed to talking in whispers before one finally looked at her, the younger one. the look on his face, she could never get it out of her head. it was like he had never seen a more life changing thing in his life by seeing that she was awake. her eyes panned around the room, to the machines she was hooked up on, to the nurse who was now scrambled to assess the machines. 'what happened?' she remembered asking. her mind was all kinds of fuzzy and nothing was making much sense. all she could remember last was going to dinner, perhaps getting in a car? but who had she been with? herself? there wasn't anyone there, but there was a faint voice. it was deep, but so groggy that she couldn't make anything out. she had been in an accident, so they told her. she couldn't even remember being in a car. 'no one else was hurt right doctor?' she had asked the younger man at her bedside. that's when it all changed.

she didn't remember him. georgie didn't remember the man that had swept her off her feet, the one who she was head over heels in love with and had been for almost half of her life. tristan wood had never been an easy person to love. he had been a tough person, but he had eventually let her in. their start off hadn't been the best and neither had been their first break-up, but a love that they had deserved an actual try. that was why he had come back for all those years ago. since then, she had never looked back. but none of that was anywhere in her memory. hell, she didn't even know his name. fast forward three weeks later and she still didn't understand all of what was happening. he was her husband, and had been for over three years. they lived together, shared a life together. they had planned on spending the rest of their lives together and starting a family. now though, georgie had no idea what to do with her life. there was no memory of him. he might as well just have been a stranger who wandered into the hospital and into her room, claiming to be her husband. it would have all been exactly the same.

the past few weeks had been increasingly tough. she was staying with either her best friend or her father, another person that she had to relearn that she was related to. the unfortunate fate that decided to snatch certain memories from her also decided that remembering her mother and father was not at all important. every child has a mother and a father. having grown up with both of them, georgie was always used to having them around. when her mother passed when she was in her sixth year, it was the hardest thing that she had to go through besides the heartbreak that tristan had already caused her. then, to go through it alone without him being by her side, it hurt even worse. it was easier for her to trust someone who was her father. her father was always a patient person, waiting for her to come around to him, offering little things here or there to help her trust him. and being her, it didn't take much. besides, it was always easier for her to trust someone claiming to be her father. he was the one who raised her, who took care of her her entire life. tristan wasn't that kind of person. he was someone who had only been around for some years and was constantly trying to make her remember loving him. to her, love was an act that you felt deep in you. with tristan, there wasn't anything. it was as if she had never been in love her entire life.

as she wandered around the house that apparently she used to call home, a sigh escaped her lips. there were still some boxes around the place, in the unused room, since they had just purchased the house not too long ago and had yet to fully settle in. it was a decently sized with two floors. both of the bedrooms were upstairs, so she discovered once she had first come back here. there had been a few occasions that she had, to gather clothes or to talk with tristan. he had asked for her to come home with him and they would work together, but at that point she had been too scared. he was virtually a stranger to her. he still was. all she had come by for this time was some clothes. to be honest, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to see him. this all was still too fresh, and she couldn't take the constant look of both pain and hope in his eyes every time they happened to be in the same room. at the moment tristan wasn't even home and she wasn't even sure if he would be. as she stood there though, her eyes wandered across the pictures littered on various tables or shelves throughout the living room and dining room. each one had either her with someone, him with someone, or both of them together. each of them looked so happy. this frustrated her to no end to sit there staring at a picture that was obviously her and having no memory of it happening or any fraction of the feeling that she probably felt in that moment. after staring for several moments at one of the pictures of herself and tristan on their wedding day, georgie felt such a surge of all emotions that as she went to just turn it down, her hand picked up speed to smash it from the shelf and onto the floor. the glass shattered on the floor and she instantly felt horrible, like she had broken something in a stranger's home. but she had. or at least that's how she looked it. with streams of tears running down the sides of her face, she bent down to start to pick up the broken pieces of glass, just like she wished she could just pick up the broken pieces of her brain to piece them together to come back to the perfect marriage she was apparently in.

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[tristan b. wood]

this love is killing me, but you're the only one

tristan didn't know what was going on. for so long, he was used to life. he had georgie, his beautiful georgie. tristan didn't understand why he didn't realize how special georgie was until she left him. it had happened when he had broke up with her in his seventh year. he thought that he was free to play around with other girls but he couldn't get georgie off of his brain. he got her back after much work. she was gone from him again. he didn't know what had happened that night. it had been a blur that he wished he could remember. the shock had already caused tristan to try and block out the memory from his brain. he couldn't accept that georgie was gone from him again. he didn't know why he always lost her. was life testing him this much? he knew that georgie was the one. he knew it when he saw her again at hogsmeade. his blue eyes stared down at the ring on his finger. he was on the bus home. this ride home was always tough for him. he didn't know if georgie would be home to see him. she hadn't come back to move back in with him and the only time when he actually saw her was when she came to get her stuff. it was a harsh reality when tristan came home one day to find that he was alone. georgie wasn't there to greet him with open eyes. he couldn't embrace her and take in the scent of her shampoo. there was no more late night dinners where they would have more fun preparing the food than actually eating the food. there was no more little moments like that anymore. while raphael was still in the home, it only hurt tristan's mind even more. georgie had chosen to adopt a puppy. tristan wanted to rush right into kids but georgie told him to wait. they were both young and both were in the height of their careers.

like always georgie had been right. raphael was a troublemaker. he especially loved tristan's loafers and georgie's slippers. if they couldn't handle a dog together, tristan was sure they weren't ready for kids. the couple had been married three years already and they needed to spice their marriage up. the thought had come up when the house was bought. maybe one child for now and then they would move into a bigger home. the husky though a mere puppy could sense how empty the house was. georgie was always there to calm tristan down whenever he made a mess. now tristan had to learn to keep calm himself which wasn't easy at all. he wanted to send that dog out but he knew how much georgie loved him. tristan handled the dog for georgie's sake but now that georgie wasn't in the home, raphael was the only one left. he didn't want to lose anyone else now. tristan looked down at his hand interlocked with each other. his dark locks fell over his eyes knowing how close he was home. it was something that tristan dreaded. he had come back from a quidditch practice where he usually took out his emotions. while most of the wizarding world knew of their accident, tristan hadn't been able to talk to anyone but his mother about the accident. while his buddies did try, tristan would only push them away. he didn't want to talk about what happened. he blamed himself. he didn't know how much alcohol he had taken in that night. tristan had taken the wheel when he shouldn't have. maybe if it hadn't of been him, both would have come home safely. he wouldn't be where he was now and georgie would be waiting for him at home. the only one waiting for him now would be that damn dog.

tristan slung the gym bag over his shoulder walking the block to his home. when he came home he had to take a deep breath reminding himself that she wouldn't be there. it would be another night alone. when he opened the back door, he heard raphael's barking but a sound that wasn't familiar at all. it was a sound of a crash but who was in the home? he immediately reacted to it. the sound had been very direct. he came to the living room in the front. he dropped his gym bag and ran to the sound. he immediately froze seeing georgie. what was she doing here? tristan's movements weren't his own anymore. he reacted instantly. he was now on the floor on his knees. "georgie..." her name stung his heart. he couldn't even call her any cute nicknames now. he had to call her by her actual name. his eyes looked up trying to meet her brown ones. how he missed them so much. all he wanted was to stare deeply into them and get lost. he couldn't though. there was no emotion when he looked into her eyes though. while his eyes bled of hopelessness, her eyes stared blankly into his. it had to be one of the most painful things that tristan could ever feel. for the one that he loved to not know him again. he couldn't even tell if she was ever coming back to him. "it's okay. i'll get it. just continue on with whatever you were doing. were you getting more clothes? there's more boxes upstairs. i know i've been meaning to unpack them but i just haven't had the time and i know i should because i'm nothing to you now and you don't live here..." tristan's voice drifted off realizing how much he was rambling. he couldn't help it though. there was so much that tristan wanted to say to georgie but wasn't able to. she wasn't there anymore. well she was but the georgie that he knew wasn't. his eyes looked down at what had broken and his heart stopped beating for a moment. it was a picture of their wedding day. all tristan wanted to do was lock himself in their room but georgie was here. he couldn't show how bad he had actually gotten. he didn't go out anymore. while he did have invites out, tristan couldn't bring himself to go anywhere with anyone. his parents were worried about him. they always loved georgie and she made their son a better person. now without her, tristan was falling back into bad habits. it was a lie to say that tristan hadn't tried to drink his sorrows away once or twice or more.

tag: georgie word count: 1102 lyric credit: daughtry notes: omgggg so heartbreaking D:

[georgina t. ogden-wood]

and the story of us
LOOKS A LOT LIKE A TRAGEDY NOW

when you love someone as much as georgie loved tristan, don't you think it would last through anything? any trials that they had gone through, they had lasted. he had used her, left her, and come back. she had forgiven him for everything because she knew their love was pure. that given another chance, he would know what she knew. what she felt. it only took a short time, but tristan came to feel everything that she felt. they had become one in such a short amount of time and were given the rest of the time to be happy. they had been happy. why, why did it all have to be ruined? couldn't they have the happily ever after? wasn't that they finally deserved? apparently, it wasn't.

that moment, running into tristan on a weekend out with aribelle in hogsmeade, was one of the single most conflicting of georgie's life. there he was, that mop of shaggy dark brown hair she hated, just heading down the lane towards her. it only took a second for her to whisper behind her hand to ari before tristan seemed right there in front of her. right there, close enough for her to reach out and grab. she could stroke his cheek, hug him, kiss him. all of the things that she wanted to do, but didn't. how could she contain how much she hated, yet loved him? it made her so furious seeing him standing there. when he came straight up to her, that smirk on his face, all she wanted to do was smack him. he had hurt her and he just thought he could waltz back up? but everything that spilled from his mouth were exactly things that she wanted to always hear. she never said anything, but there were still times when she thought about him or dreamed about him. she would be lying if she said she didn't miss him. yet he told jer all those things, and at first she had denied him. with aribelle at her side, georgie had been foul and brushed him off like she didn't want anything to do with him. then, tristan kept coming around. he kept coming around and happening into her, and the more he did the more her guard came down. before she knew it, he had weaseled back in and she wasn't minding it. before she knew it, they had moved in together and gotten married. everything was perfect.

now, she didn't remember any of that. there wasn't a faint memory of even knowing tristan, let alone the happiest moment of her life as she walked down the aisle on her father's arm to see that half-crooked smile waiting for her at the end. there wasn't even a common ground. all she had now was waking up in a hospital bed, surrounded by strangers who she assumed were her doctors. what she had now was a life she had to try to piece together again. she didn't remember her father, her dead mother, her husband, or even her best friend. georgie was left to piece together her life and try to live again after her accident. their accident. tristan had been there too. she couldn't remember it though. but he was driving, he was there. and then they were hit. georgie couldn't remember anything, but that didn't stop a little piece of her from blaming him. why did he get off without a scratch and she couldn't remember half of her life?

looking down at the shattered glass pieces, georgie couldn't help but feel more useless. clearly, she could destroy her life and her marriage without even needing to try, and she could destroy even the physical parts too. a bark came from the corner to where a huskie puppy was standing in his kennel. tristan told her his name was raphael, after the muggle painter she so greatly admired. that had been back when she thought for a moment she could try to go back to her old life. boy was she sadly mistaken. it was only one day. by the time night came around and time for them to head to bed, georgie panicked and had to leave. he was a stranger. she couldn't be with a stranger. just as she thought she had escaped it all, she turned to hear her name and see tristan on his knees on the ground. even the sight brought slight tears to her eyes, despite the fact that her husband was still a complete strange to her. "tristan... i...," she began, but no words could form. what could she say to him that she hadn't already? "i didn't mean to.. to break the picture. it slipped from my hand when i was looking." lies. "i didn't mean to break any of your things." harsh choice of words, but georgie would never realize the difference at first.

this was all so beyond her control. a sigh escaped her lips as she looked down at him, sitting there on the floor. there had been a lot of looks that he had given her since she woke up in that hospital bed. this one that he was now sporting on the floor of their home was the worst. tristan looked like a child who received no presents on christmas or like someone has ripped out his heart. the last one was probably a more accurate assumption. "i.. yeah. i came to get clothes. or something. i don't know," georgie spoke, mumbling the last bit. honestly, she wasn't exactly sure. she did need clothes, but she had plenty where she was staying. "please... will you please get off the floor? i can't take it... that look, that look that is always in your eyes. i can't take disappointing you every time i see you." there were tears in her eyes as she looked down at the man that was her husband, her husband that she didn't remember.

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[tristan b. wood]

this love is killing me, but you're the only one

tristan couldn't even look georgie in the eye with how painful it was. he continued to pick the shatters of glass on the ground into a pile. he shook his head at georgie's statement. "it's a little too late for that," he muttered underneath his breath. his heart felt like it had shattered into more pieces than the photo had. tristan brought out his wand and swished it. the pieces of glass disappeared. he picked up the photo looking down his eyes lingered on georgie especially before he had to turn away. tristan got up walking to a stand in the living room placing the photo down. raphael had also followed. he nudged on tristan's leg and tristan made his way to the kitchen. he had to remain calm while georgie was here. she would disappear in minutes from him again. he opened the cabinet picking up a bag of dog food and placing a scoop in. the dog immediately ran up to the bowl and started eating. it had become a daily routine for tristan. when he got home, it meant feeding time for raphael and he would make something for himself. what else was there for tristan to do? he felt like this was going to be the rest of his life like he was never going to move on. raphael and him would grow old together. the dog would eventually leave him like georgie did. not intentionally but still leave. he came back around trying to build up to talking to georgie. it was so hard now as if he had to be careful of his words. the doctors had told tristan not to push anything on her. it was hard for tristan to accept though. a woman that had been so important to him and he was nothing to her. that had to be the worse feeling in the world for him.

"i'm sorry georgie. you don't think it's hard though." he took a deep breath in. he felt his voice quiver as he saw tears starting to form in her eyes. he cleared his throat fighting back his own emotions. "the world isn't the same anymore. you were my world georgie." he took another breath in pacing around on the floor. he put his hand up to his forehead rubbing the left side of his face with his hand. tristan tried so hard to keep calm but it was so hard. with a temper like his and a girl like georgie in the room. someone that had meant so much to him. it was true though. he had built his life around her. she was his life. he didn't have his own life anymore when it was all georgie. tristan whipped his hand down to the side of his body. "i want you back so badly georgie," his voice with a tint of rage. he paced himself to the couch sitting down on it. he was making so many actions hoping that maybe he would hit a nerve that would numb the pain that he was feeling. he buried his face into the palms of his head. you're going to be okay tristan. get it together. this wasn't true but he had to tell himself this. "but i can't force you to be with me." as much as he wanted it to go back to what it was before, he couldn't. georgie wasn't there anymore. the only reason that they were bonded was because of their marriage. he was expecting a write up for a divorce pretty soon. he didn't know how to prepare himself for something like that but it was likely to happen. georgie wasn't close to even remembering who tristan was. it wasn't going to come back to her all at once. all tristan wanted was for tomorrow that georgie would remember him. all the memories and moments to go rushing back into her head. they would get back together and their life would go back to the same as it was before.

he went over to where he had placed the picture and picked it up. tristan walked back to the couch and sat down. his blue eyes looking down at the picture. tears rushed to his eyes but when they tried to fall, his hand was there to wipe them. "boxes are upstairs. you know where the room is." tristan had started to pack up again. he had started to pack up georgie's clothes. as hard as he tried everything did remind him of her. he couldn't escape it. going through the clothes of their closet, tristan was reminded of everyday they had been together by the article of clothing. the one that hurt the most was a quidditch jersey of his. tristan remembered how cute she had looked in it. the way her brown locks had been in pigtails. her sultry legs beneath the jersey. that day where she had made him chase her around the home. georgie wouldn't let tristan have her that easy even after years of marriage together. when he had caught her, tristan had carried her up to their room only to throw her onto their bed. he remembered her laughing and the way that her brown eyes had lit up. he didn't know why his mind would do this to him. his mind constantly harbored memories of the two together. as hard as tristan tried to forget, he couldn't. all tristan wanted now was to be left alone. he couldn't take this. he couldn't handle having georgie in the same room as him. she was so close to him in physical distance but tristan felt so far from her emotionally. there was nothing that he could do to get closer. while he had given her most of the photo albums that they had shared, the photos brought back nothing for her. as vivid as they were for tristan, they couldn't even come up in her mind. at first tristan had tried to jot her memory but he soon found that it was useless.

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[georgina t. ogden-wood]

and the story of us
LOOKS A LOT LIKE A TRAGEDY NOW

there were a lot of stories told about love at first sight. all of these faerie tale type deals where the girl saw the boy and knew that was the one that she wanted to be with forever. when she had been younger, those were the kind of tales that she loved reading, but georgina ogden had never really believed in them. there was never such a thing as love at first sight. neither person knew anything about the other. how could you love someone without knowing anything about them aside from how they look? the way that she looked it, it was more like lust at first sight because all you noticed at first was how the person looked. if she had had her memory back, she could very well agree with that theory. upon first seeing him, with his reputation proceeding him, georgie hadn't fallen head over heels in love with tristan. the first thing that she noticed was his smile. the first time she actually saw him close up though, it was different. the first thing she noticed, other than the fact that the hottest guy in school was talking to her, was his eyes. boy could she get lost in them and she did very often from then on. but still, if she were to have her memory and remember tristan, she would admit that it was never love at first sight.

standing there in what used to be their living and was now his living room, georgie wished that she believed in that kind of thing and that it had happened to her the moment she had opened her eyes. perhaps she could have fallen in love with the man who she initially thought was her doctor, and things would eventually fall into place. her memory would come home and she wouldn't feel like she was killing the person who was in front of her in the room. there was a pedastal that tristan seemed to be putting her on, always talking about the person that she used to be. it was who he wanted her to be, but it wasn't. she didn't even know who she was anymore. there had been so much lost, so it was hard to even piece together the kind of girl that she was now. all georgie knew was that she wasn't the person that tristan needed and wanted. he would keep saying that he wanted her and could be patient, but there was a chance that her memory wouldn't even come back. while she had the same looks and had the same name, that didn't mean that she was still his georgie. things about her were different. there were things that she didn't remember, things that made her the girl that she had been. if she had her memory, she could easily name that tristan made her the girl that she was. there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't love him with every single inch of her body. he had taught her so much, helped her grow up, and was everything that she needed in her life. but now, she was gone and had taken a part of him with her.

having tristan making sudden movements and pacing all over the living room made georgie take a step back, always most cautious about things now. where as before, if tristan had ever been mad or angered that had nothing to do with them being in a little fight, georgie was always able to walk right up to him and grab his face in her hands. he was never easy to get things out of it, especially if they were things that were deep down bothering him and he didn't want to talk about them. she could always get them out of him though. it might have taken a while, but she would stand there with her thumb stroking his cheek as he calmed down and possibly eventually tell her what was wrong. it was what had made their marriage and them being together in general so great. they were like the other half to each other. she could get him to calm down and talk about things. he could bring out the best spirit in her and get her to talk when she went all quiet. only now she couldn't remember anything about them ever being together so it would appear like their marriage would end in a divorce unless her memory suddenly came back. georgie had little faith in that though. biting down on her lip as she picked up his hints of rage in his voice, she stood there in a slightly awkward stance. it had been a bad idea to come here. raphael was at her feet, whining for her to pick him up and pet him, but she hardly even knew the dog just like she hardly knew her own husband. this house was just a reminder of a life that was her's but she had no recollection of. it was like a house of terrors.

when he finally had collapsed onto the couch, staring at the picture that was in the frame she had just broken, georgie finally was able to regain her movements and voice. "i don't think it's hard?" she finally spoke in a quiet voice. "i find this more hard than anything. i can't live up to anyone's expectations of who i apparently used to be. they say i'm this wonderful girl and all this kind of stuff. i don't even know what kind of girl i am anymore!" sighing, she ran a hand through her hair to calm herself down and to make sure she wouldn't start crying. there were too many people already since the accident that had seen her cry. and the old georgie never let people see her cry. "i can't remember half of the people. i don't recall half of the things that they tell me. most of my life from my fifth year on is a blur. that's because of you. you show me all these pictures and tell me all these stories. all i know is that i must have loved you with all my heart, but for the love of me now trist, i can't recall any of that." his old nickname she would always call him didn't even phase her as it came from her mouth. georgie didn't even realize that she had even said it. it might as well have just been another word. turning, she went to go start up the stairs to their bedroom but stopped. "i'm sorry i'm not her anymore," georgie said, turning to look at him for a moment with tears still lurking in her eyes. with that, her feet carried her upstairs to the second story of their home. however, a wrong turn was made and she ended up in the wrong room. her eyes stared at the room, several boxes sitting around the room with yellow walls. it was like this wasn't even a set-up room yet. as she stood there for a moment, georgie tried her best just to try to remember something. to try to remember what this room was meant to be, just a hint of something from her old life.

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