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Chapter 11: There is a Light that Never Goes Out

«𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳
𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦»

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"Oh" George could only managed to say as he looked away from Rebecca.

He wasn't sure how to take that. It didn't sound like a claim or even like disappointment which he couldn't understand anyways, something else coming out in the girl's voice with those words, leaving a moment of silence, not uncomfortable, but not comfortable either.

"Sorry," George finally said a few moments after, breaking the silence. "I should've warned you she was friends with Jane," he cocked his head. "Well... not really her friend... Pattie didn't like her much," explained, hoping he wasn't talking too much or being nosy. He didn't want to speak bad of his ex-girlfriend, even though she didn't deserve it.

"No, you don't have to apologize. It wasn't up to you. And ..." 'After all we're nothing' she thought but didn't say it. "Well, you wouldn't have to... I only felt that you needed to know. That's all." She finished, gradually lowering her voice to almost nothing.

"It's okay, Becca-love" smiled George looking back at her. "Thanks for sharing"

Rebecca smiled weakly at him, relieved to pull it out of her body and at the same time feeling her heart contract. Not sure if it was up to her to encourage him to go back with his ex-girlfriend. Didn't want to, but should she? Hell no.

Maybe it could be selfish, but she wouldn't do it. Not because she liked that musician-boy but, because she couldn't bear the idea of being someone's heart doctor, she'd a lot with being a time traveller. Becca couldn't fix a broken heart with this whole situation around her; she was screwed. She was messing with those thoughts when the guy spoke again.

"Do you like speed?" George said with the eyes full of shine like never before. Returning her to earth.

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Without any idea of how her Saturday noon escalated into that, Rebecca was enjoying the road, smiling as George drove his Aston Martin DB5 at a speed way over the limit, away from London. This was a better way to travel through time, at least involved a machine and not just waking up alone in an unknown house.

Rebecca looked from time to time at the guy next to her, driving with a pinned smile showing all his teeth. His hair was messy, but cool at the same time, he looked so handsome, like a James Bond. A James Bond mixed with a James Dean. Just out of a dream.

It was impossible not to melt for this man. All the images that she'd seen in the future of him in magazines, Instagram, Tumblr or whatever, would never do justice of him.

He captivated you with just one look, she didn't understand why there weren't more girls crazy about him and they all preferred John or Paul. It was all about him, but she couldn't tell which was better: his deep-dark eyes or his crooked, almost mocking smile. Or just him entirely.

"Damn, you lucky girl" she told herself and let out a sigh. Weeks full of loneliness, sadness and aimless passed by, wishing all this would end as soon as dawn, but she only needed a few moments with him to forget it all, even to ignore she didn't belong to that world.

As if the day depended on George himself, it had cleared completely, and the sun was still shining beautifully in the sky.

Becca didn't know where they were going. It didn't care as long as they were together. After what felt like just 20 minutes to her, they hit a racetrack. Still not understanding what the plan was. George slowed down and she could read the huge welcome sign through the windshield.

"Silverstone"

They were on a motor racing circuit, now she could tell. She didn't know much about cars or especially Formula 1, but she knew enough to tell this was the mythical circuit of British Grand Prix.

She shot a curious gaze at George.

"The perks of being a Beatle," he winked at her with a dope smile as he honked the horn. "They lemme run 'ere when no one is around"

The girl giggled full of surprise and excitement. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

George smiled again, raising his eyebrows playfully as he lowered the window glass. They were held in an access booth and Rebecca didn't know yet how she got there.

"Alright Max, how ya doin' today?" he turned to greet the security guard.

"George-boy!" said the old man in a good-natured tone "It's good to see you, you haven't stopped here in a while"

"Y'know, duty calls me" he replied cheerfully. "You mind letting us spin?" asked the Beatle with an innocent tone almost like a child begging for candy.

"Course not, boy!" smiled Max wrinkling his face.

"This is Rebecca, by the way." George proudly introduced his date as if they were something more.

Rebecca tilted her face so she could better greet Max. "Hi Max! Such a pleasure"

The grey-haired man smiled again. "The pleasure is mine, little girl. Nice accent you have!" he said respectfully with the same smile. "C'mon, c'mon. Get in!" he said, raising the access boom.

"Thanks, Max. See you in a bit" George said goodbye, waving his hand in gratitude and drive in.

Suddenly the image of her grandpa invaded Rebecca's mind when she saw that nice man and made her feel beyond complete now. Everything was getting better.

George drove slowly to the start where the signs indicated the beginning. The place was completely empty, except for the two of them. The stands, the track, everything remained silent, only the slight purr of the machine was heard. Until that moment, Rebecca hadn't studied the situation and the danger. It wasn't like she cared about the speed but couldn't help feeling nervous all over her body.

"Ready?" George asked staring at her.

"You sure you're a reliable driver?" she replied with a trace of fear in the voice.

"Of course, I am! With John you won't even be able to move a step. I'm the best." The confidence in his voice was too much.

Becca swallowed heavily and shifted uncomfortably in the seat. She looked straight ahead and down the straight line in front of them. Then her hand was caught with a bigger one. She focused her gaze on their entwined hands, in any other situation that act would have made her nervous but strangely was like morphine vanishing all.

"You trust me?" George asked giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Their eyes met and as if he was an open book, she could see through his eyes all the peace in the universe.

Did she really trust him? This was only the third time they met but looking at his deep brown eyes she confirmed it. Damn she trusted him like no one else.

She nodded, now squeezing their intertwined fingers, and smiling in the process at their touch.

The words "To die by your side, it's such a heavenly way to die" now had a different meaning and a truer one.