Alive | Starrison [✔️]

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Ringo unlocked the door to their little home.

"Mum?" He called out. "I'm home!"

She was seated in the couch. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps coming closer to the television.

"Ritchie? Ritchie my boy, is that you?"

He managed a wobbly smile. "Y-Yeah, it's me."

Her shaky hands cupped his cheeks. For a moment, she looked so happy. Then her face fell.

Ringo widened his eyes and took a hold of her hands. Her hands were cold, just like George's.

"I-I can't see you, Ritchie..." She started to cry, tears spilling out of her pale eyes. "W-Why can't I see you?"

He bit his lip, trying to hold himself in. He wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Mum I---"

"Ringo? Ringo, thank god." Rory breathed. "I... Fuck, I'm working full day tomorrow and...
a-and Maureen called. She wouldn't be able to take care of mum."

"R-Rory?" Their mother reached out in his direction, waving her hand in the air.

He was quickly at her side. "Yes mum?"

"B-Be back soon, okay?" She sounded so small and frail, like a child. "A-And don't overwork again." She gripped his hand. A pale, veiny one and a tanned, calloused one. "P-Promise me that, Rory."

He managed a small smile. "I promise."

Bullshit. Ringo thought with a frown. But he didn't have to worry their mum any further. Her heart was already failing her.