❝𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...❞
[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"] 1965. Alexandria Brown and George Harrison have been together for five years n...
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
MONDAY, MARCH 8, 1965
The Bahamas turned out to be a great distraction from—well—life. Despite the Beatles' grueling filming schedule, Alexandria and George found time every single day to do something together with just the two of them. Today, though, Alexandria was in no mood to go out. She'd stayed behind from filming every few days, using her time in the hotel to write. She'd grown accustomed to sitting by the glass wall that led to the balcony. The scenery was gorgeous, and whenever she few frustrated and needed a moments break to get her thoughts in order, she could just look up and watch the people walking around outside.
Her back ached, and at first, she had thought she slept wrong. The, she checked a calendar and ever since, she'd been nothing but a walking ball of dread. She dreaded this time every three weeks, and it came on time. Without bloody fail, it was always on time. She felt tired, a bit nauseous, and just groggy all around. She'd given up writing at some point because it was hard to think whenever she was in such pain, and now, she was curled up in the bed, reading Sense and Sensibility, one of her favorite Jane Austen novels.
She'd been reading and sipping on water pretty much all day, but now, the was getting a bit bored with it. She kept taking a break to stare at the clock, and it moved so slowly. George always got back at around six in the evenings, and she was looking forward to that time today more than she had been before. Tomorrow was their last day here, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was extremely excited to get home.
After she realized she had been staring at the wall blankly and her book began to droop, Alexandria gave up and put it away finally. She propped herself up on her arm and sat it on the nightstand, exchanging it for her glass of water. She took a drink from the glass and laid back down in the bed, folding her arms beneath the side of her head. Then, she waited.
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"Why didn't Alex join us today?" Paul asked George in between scenes. George turned toward him and saw a cigarette dangling between his lips.
George shrugged in response to the question, then raised an eyebrow. "Ye got a cig for me, then?" he asked. The response wasn't a lie. Alexandria had claimed she wanted to have some writing time, but he knew the look in her eyes. He wagered there was something else keeping her from coming to the set today. He didn't push her, though. She'd tell him if she wanted him to know, and if she didn't want him to know, he was all right with that, no matter how much he hated ruddy secrets.
Paul grabbed his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, opened the lid and extended the box over so that George could snag a cigarette. "Don't you carry your own?" Paul asked him.
