If It's In You; a Syd Barrett Fanfic

Four

June, 1965
"Syd!" I call out, knocking on our door.
"It's so nice that you've finally become accustomed to my new name." Syd says, opening the door to our small apartment.
Honestly, I prefer Roger. But whatever makes him happy. He's started making everyone call him Syd, I guess it's his stage name. Either way, he's still my love.
"Let's get on to the party." I say, grabbing his hand.
"Just where have you been all morning, little lady?" He asks, grabbing my arm playfully. I hold up a bag of records in response.
"Ah, and what did you get?"
"You can look later." I say, setting them down beside the front door so we can leave.
Syd grabs his guitar and I grab his hand.
"No drugs, right Syd?"
"Of course not babe. What do you think this is?"
"I don't want to walk into a room and see you shooting up heroin. You know how I feel about drugs. I'll leave you if I see any drugs going into you during this party."
I'm referring back to the time Syd did cocaine. He swears it was just for an experiment but it still happened.
We walk into his friend's house, who's name I learned was Dave.
Dave showed us his house, which was reasonably large. In the back there was a beautiful garden where people were taking acid trips. I rolled my eyes when I saw Syd take a double take when someone offered him a tablet. After the house tour, me and Syd went our separate ways for the duration of the party. I went with a friend named Sandy and Syd went with two friends named Ian and Storm.
The night was full of alcohol. Throughout the house, people were having orgies and taking acid trips. Me and Sandy just chatted over drinks. Eventually, it was 2:00 a.m. and I decided to go get Syd and leave. It took a while to find him but I finally remembered the garden.
I step outside and walk through the barely lighted garden. There were just enough lights to see everything clearly.
"Syd?" I call out. No response. Everyone around me is in a daze; there's sex everywhere. These people are taking acid trips left and right. Finally I see Syd in the corner of the hedge maze staring straight ahead, an empty emotion in his eyes.
Syd took the acid.
I wanted to scream at him and hit him and punish him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just made my way out of the garden, out of the house, out of the neighborhood, back to my flat. When I arrived, I found myself break into tears on our mattress. I couldn't let myself stay mad at Syd, but I couldn't stop crying. Eventually I fell asleep, on a tear stained mattress.
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"Abigail! Abigail! Abi I'm so so sorry! Please listen!"
I wake up to hear Syd calling to me.
I sit up and for a second, I don't know why he's freaking out. Then I remember, he took his first acid trip last night.
I sit up on our mattress, aching from being in an uncomfortable position, being as I couldn't sleep in my normal position without Syd.
I grab my robe and replace my dress with it. As I tie my robe, I step out of our room into the living room where Syd is holding a knife against his wrist.
"SYD!" I call out, diving forward to grab the knife.
"Abigail, I am so so so so sorry.. Please don't leave me." By this point he's collapsed onto my shoulder, crying. I pull him over to the pillows on the floor, which is basically our couch, and I hold him.
"Oh Syd, I won't leave you. But why? Why would you do that? And why would you try to kill yourself?"
"I thought you were gone.. I couldn't hear you. I thought you left me. As for the acid, I don't know."
I hold Syd in my arms for about an hour before I finally decide we need to get out of the house.
"Let's go to the mall today, darling. Get our mind off things." I suggest. Syd looks at me and smiles.
"I'd like that a lot." He says.
I pull on jeans and a flowing shirt, and Syd changed his shirt. We walk to the mall, holding hands.
"Why don't we get married?" Syd asked, almost out of no where.
"W-what?" I ask him, confused at the random statement.
Syd looked at me, the sun setting behind him, being as it was late since he didn't come home till 1:00. I see the innocence; the dedication in his eyes. He means what he says.
"I said, let's get married. Tonight."
"Syd, why?"
"Why the hell not?"
I think for a second and can't think of any reason not to marry him.
"Okay."
Syd smiles and picks me up. He kisses me long and hard, the best kiss perhaps ever.
He buys me a ring, and rather than getting married that night like planned, we decided to just get engaged and plan a wedding.