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❝𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖏𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞, 𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙. 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖆 𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊, 𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖝. 𝖄𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖊,❞

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| March 27th, 1963 |

John's POV

"Everything alright, love?" George's faint voice from the hallway caught his attention.

John leaned onto the door, his entire body practically shoved against the surface as he eavesdropped onto their conversation. 

After a few more minutes of fabric moving and breathes being taken, his ears picked up something.

"You know I love you right?" 

There was a pause that made him anticipate what was to be said next.

"Always have and always will," 

John stepped back from the door as he heard nothing else, and a pit of jealousy unintentionally bloomed inside of him.

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| April 27th, 1963 |

Charlotte's POV

It's been a month since that afternoon when George had told her his feelings, which only made their interactions more awkward. She loved him, she loved George wholeheartedly, but something was holding her back. Julian had been born April 8th, and ever since then, John had basically vanished. The only times Charlotte would see him would be at the recording studio slaving away with his bandmates to meet the deadlines Brian had set for them.

George's intimate feelings for Charlotte only grew more every second they would spend together. He had fallen for her, and falling in love is like being in a deep pit. The more you fall deeper in love with someone, the farther down you dig, and the only way for one to escape the bottomless pit is to have your feelings requited. But seeing as how their relationship is going, there seems to be no end to George's constant digging.

"Hey, boys," Charlotte stuck out her foot to stop the door from closing abruptly behind her.

A chorus of greetings came from the group of bandmates in the center of the room. They each held their instruments and discussed uninteresting topics such as birds and school life.

"Here," She handed them each a cup of hot tea with saucers.

"Ta," They spoke in unison unintentionally, even when it was inadvertent, their talent for syncing was impressive.

"How's it going?" Charlotte sat down on the ground in front of them and watched all their faces contort into confusion.

"Sit here, Lotti," George stood instantly offered her his seat, stepped aside, and gestured to it as if he were a museum tour guide displaying her a piece of artwork.

John noticed his generosity and glowered in disdain. Charlotte paid no mind and thanked George a plethora of times before sitting down. He pulled up a stool from across the room (that Charlotte didn't see) and sat next to her. 

"It's going great, we're havin' a break before we start recording again," Paul took the silence as a ticket to answer her previous question.

"That's great, I have," Charlotte paused to check the watch on her wrist. "twenty minutes before I have to go back to campus,"