My heart was slamming in my chest; beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I gripped the phone tight in my clammy hand. I felt sick.

The low continuous humming from the ceiling fan was drumming into my skull, slowly driving me insane. Or perhaps it was the daunting idea that the one thing I wanted more than anything in life had just slipped through my fingers.

The most important thing to me in the whole god damned world had just slipped through my fingers like sand.

George had posted the tweet five hours ago, yet I find myself returning to it every twenty minutes or so, just checking it was real and not some horrid nightmare. Maybe if I squeeze my eyes shut, when I opened them again the tweet would disappear and everything would go back to normal.

But it was real. So very real.

There were two men in the photo George had posted: him and someone else. The other man had pale, brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His lips were pressed up against George's cheek and George had a huge smile across his face. The caption of the tweet read:

Hey guys, I've been thinking of telling you guys this for a while but it never really felt right until now. I was really nervous about posting this but here you go. This is my boyfriend Ezra and we've been dating for 8 months now :]

I always knew George didn't like me in that way but I always though that maybe I had a small chance of that we could work. I'd wait a million years if it meant I could be with him. But now, that small chance was gone. Now he has a boyfriend, and I was second best.

I began to scroll through the comments on George's tweet, to see how everyone else reacted.

Yayyy Gogy! Congratulations!

Omg my baby's all grown up.

I'm sooo happy for youuu <3

Woooo! My favourite gay boy!!!

Despite the misery that washed over my body, I felt my lips tug into a slight smile as I noticed that behind George in the photo, in the corner of his room, he had a large cardboard cutout of the 'dream blob' pinned to his wall. Beside that, on a wooden shelf, was the 1.5 inch elephant that I bought him. For some random reason, seeing George have this stuff in his room made me feel appreciated; even if it didn't really mean anything to him.

George is my best friend and his happiness means more than anything to me. But I felt strangely bothered about the fact, him and Ezra had been dating for eight months and didn't mention anything to me, especially about something this serious. Perhaps the reason I was so bothered was that I was jealous; George was smiling as Ezra kissed his cheek.

I was in love with GeorgeNotFound and he didn't love me back.

I felt like I was falling.

And I couldn't stop.