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Shattered Dreams

Some people believe in fate. Everything, they say, is bound by fate. No one can change it. Even the most beautiful things will end at some point, some, sadly, as quicker than the other. That's the way of fate. That's the way of the world.

And it was the same fate that already knew that the friendship of Abigail and Brian was doomed. And perhaps, the pair was aware of that fact too.

Especially on the moment Brian knew Roger was ready finding the Neuschwanstein card.

Then, just as Brian had suspected, a young, blonde man, with a stereo card in hand, walked up to Farrokh, who was still standing behind the counter. The familiarity of this young fellow made Brian blush. But luckily for Brian, the blonde only casted his look at Abigail, who was anticipating to have the German castle as a part of her collection.

"Right, that'll be five quid," Roger said. "Y'want a bag with it? Or can your strong, big boyfriend carry it all the way home?" Roger hadn't taken a single look at his customers while generating the receipt on the cash desk.

"Ehrm, mister..." Abigail said, while pulling a £5 bill out of her pocket. "Brian isn't my boyfriend." she said. Abigail whispered 'yet' after this sentence, hoping her biggest wish would come true sooner or later.

"Wait. Didya said 'Brian'? I know a Brian, from Uni. We play in a band together," said Roger, still being fixated on the cash desk. "This Brian here," Abigail said, while pointing to Brian, "also plays in a band. It's called... Dangit, how was it called again? 'Grin'? 'Smirk'? 'Facial Expression in a Friendly Manner'? ...Oh, yeah, 'Smile'. Damn thing was called 'Smile'."

"Wait. Did you just said your totally-not-boyfriend was in a band called 'Smile'?" Roger said, while, finally, looking up from the cash desk. And then, he saw his bandmate together with the for him nameless, but very appealing young lady.

"Wait. Brian, what on earth are you doing here with your giiiirlfrieeeend?" said Roger in a mocking manner.

"For Pete's sake, Roger, that is not my girlfriend, for the gazillionth time!" Brian yelled. It was the first time Abigail saw Brian being angry. "AND I THOUGHT I'VE GOTTEN IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL THAT I'M NOT STRAIGHT, JESUS CHRIST."

An awkward silence fell in Mercury's Stereo Cards Emporium.

"Well, darlings, I think it's a great time to get a pot of tea ready," suddenly, Farrokh broke the silence. "Cheerio!"

And once again, silence fell for a while.

Then, Roger decided to open his mouth. "But Brian, I knew you weren't straight. Like, the first time that I ever saw you, I thought to myself: 'I swear to my grandma's ashes that that guy's in no way straight."

Brian fell in awe. "How... How did you know that?"

Then, silence fell again. Some sort of tense could be felt between the three of them.

That moment, Roger started to explain what he just said. "Duuuuude," he said. "Look at your hair. That's in no way straight."

"What in the bloody hell is wrong with my hair?" Brian said, slightly more angry than before.

"Your hair is curly, duh."

All of a sudden the whole situatation became too hot for Abigail. She grabbed the bag with her new card in it and ran away, to the Underground station.

The weather had also changed. Around noon, it was sunny and there wasn't a single cloud to be seen. Now, the dark clouds foretold that there would be rain soon. The sound of thunder roared through the sky. Perhaps the weather corresponded to Abigail's mood, but perhaps it was because of the always treacherous British weather.

Abigail got to the station just in time - just before it would start to rain really hard and just before the train home would depart. She picked a seat and grabbed the bag with the Neuschwanstein card in it. She saw it had a little bit water damage. But her heart, she felt, was more damaged at the moment.

She looked at the card again and whispered the name of the young man she used to love, the very man she wanted to share her life with, the very man she wanted to have babies with... Yet the tears came faster than Abigail thought and she started to cry loudly. Fate had struck again. 

Then, she heard a friendly voice in a thick Cockney accent next to her: "Oi, lass, quit the cryin'. Wanta tissue from me?"

She looked up, up to the stranger's beautiful blue eyes, and said: "Yeah, thank you."

And then, she realized every ending has its new beginnings.