𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➺ 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓎/𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝟑𝟓 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞

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Sorry for the slight wait. I've been having a bit of a writer's lull lately.

This is my favourite chapter BY FAR. I really enjoyed writing this one, and I really hope you enjoy reading at just as much!

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P.S. I was slightly selfish in this chapter by including one of my favourite songs of all time, but I hope you'll take a listen to it when it's mentioned. It's short but very beautiful. As are all Simon & Garfunkel songs.

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~ December in Dundee ~

December 13th, 1975 – Dundee, Scotland.

Maria

"It's so bloody cold!" Roger complained, practically pressing his face against the window of the bus.

"And who's fault is that?" Deacy asked, peering his head over the back of his seat, which was in front of Roger's.

Roger turned his head to just stare at Deacy, confusion etching along his brows. "The weather's?"

Deacy snorted. "You left your jacket in your suitcase. Maybe if you learned how to pack a suitcase properly, you'd know not to shove everything in at once. If you cared, you'd leave travel essentials outside of the suitcase, thus rendering you able to use them on the road."

Roger's mouth fell open a little, and he looked round at the rest of us. "Who the fuck is this?" he asked, tilting his head towards Deacy, a bewildered look on his face.

"He's got a point, Rog," I chuckled, looking between the two of them from my place opposite Brian. I looked down at my jean-clad legs that were laid across the double seats, my feet resting on the edge. My back was comfortably rested against the wall of the bus, one of my thick cardigans wrapped around me.

We'd just come into Scotland, and if you've ever been to Scotland, especially during the winter season, you'll know just how icy it could get. The bus didn't have fantastic heating either, so we were all trying our best to wrap up and stay as warm as possible.

Brian had about three layers on under his coat, as well as a thick scarf wrapped several times around his neck. It made me wish I'd brought along a scarf of some sort.

It had been a few weeks since the overdose, and I had almost fully recovered. I say almost because I was still having withdrawal symptoms; I was getting tired frequently, I'd only just stopped having cold sweats, and the headaches would return occasionally. I definitely didn't feel 100%. Not yet. But in comparison to how I was a month prior, I'd improved immensely.