"Hey!" I called out to him, but he kept on walking away.

"Hey! George!" I called out again and finally, he turned around. I slowly walked to him.

"Yeah, why?" He asked surprised and curious.

"I-" As my tears welled up in my eyes from my fear of being right about an upcoming rejection and being wrong for ever loving him, I knew I needed to know for sure. I needed to tell him.

"Hey, Quinn, what's wrong?" He was concerned. But was he concerned as a friend, sibling, or much more?

"I've been keeping this in me for so long and I need to get it out. But please don't leave when I tell you." I was shaking by now and he was holding my shoulders so concerned.

"Quinn, you're worrying. Just tell me."

"Promise me you won't leave me."

Our eyes stared into each other's soul. A very painful suspenseful silence.

"I promise," he finally said.

"It's just- I- I love you."

Silence filled the air. I could hear my tears drip on the cold tiled floors. I felt the despair and disappointment growing as his face turned sad. I knew that I was wrong to love. I should have known I was right that he would never look at me the way that I did.

He wiped my tears with his thumb while his hand cupped my face. He stayed silent until he finally opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he pulled me into a hug, "but please know, that even if I don't feel the same as you do, I will never leave you."

I learned that day and the days after that we were meant to be the bestest of friends, but never to be lovers.