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𝙸𝚇

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 → 𝚃𝚑𝚎 "𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙"

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I knew exactly what John meant by "our favorite restaurant." There was a fancy establishment a few minutes away from Kenwood, and that was undoubtedly what he was referring to. I wasn't entirely sure what prompted me to dress up. Maybe I just wanted to show him what he was missing when he ran off to live a life with Yoko. Maybe I was just insecure since he'd apparently found someone better than me. Maybe I was just trying pathetically to prove that I was better than Yoko. Maybe I just wanted him to choose me in the end, even though there seemed to be no hope for that right now.

I took one last look at the dress I had chosen in the mirror, and then slipped a white sweater around my shoulders to fend off the decreasing temperatures that came with fall.

Once again, a voice inside of me told me to go back to the closet and find something else to wear, but I finally decided against it. This was fine, but if I didn't get out of the door right now, I'd never get out at all, so I forced my feet to move.

"All dressed up, I see," Paul commented as I stepped off of the stairs and dusted a bit of Martha's hair off of my dress. Martha was Paul's English sheepdog. She was the largest and cuddliest dog you'd ever meet, and she was so sweet to everyone, especially Julian and Lady the cat.

"What?" I asked, my cheeks turning red. "I always look like this."

"No," Paul said. "Ye don't."

I frowned. "Thanks for the confidence booster."

"That's why I'm here," he said with a silly grin. "Jules, come say goodbye to your Mum!" he called and Julian toddled his way into the foyer, looking disoriented. After the memorial, he had devoured his lunch and gone straight to sleep. It hadn't been very long since he had woken up, and he spent the time between now and then watching cartoons with Lady.

Julian reached his arms out and came towardsd me, wrapping his arms around my legs and smiling up at me. "Why can't I come see Daddy with you?" he asked for about the third time and once again, I frowned. "Because Mummy and Daddy need to have a talk."

Julian didn't look sold. He just pulled away from my legs and frowned, crossing his arms. "Well, I can talk too!" he said, his voice raising to a shout.

"Jules, we have to have just a mummy and daddy conversation," I said.

To both my and Paul's surprise, Julian lowered himself onto the ground, pulling his knees to his chest as he brust into tears. "I just wanna go home!" he shouted exasperatedly. "I don't want Daddy to hurt Mummy and I want them to be nice to each other! I miss home!"

Both my and Paul's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden outburst from the little boy. In all this mess, I seemed to forget that this could all still affect Julian. What was he thinking? Suddenly having his life flipped upside down, leaving Kenwood behind, going from seeing John and I together everyday to never? Could he sense the hostility between John and I? Clearly it was having an effect on him, because he was in hysterics over it right in front of me at this very moment.