Things We Never Said

Chapter 2

I have lost count of how many sunsets have passed while I've been sitting in this same spot. I have been drowning in alcohol and the only movement I got was snatching the bottle of whiskey out of Yoko's hand whenever she tries to talk to me, and whenever she actually gets me another bottle, being the 'good' wife that she is..

"Johnny.. Please don't do that to yourself.." She said in concern.

God please no!! Not again!!!

How on earth did I get on with my life with that accent of hers? It's sickening!Everything about her is sickening...

And when is she gonna realize that I wanna be alone for fucks sake!

"Jo-"

"WHAT?"

"Johnny please.. Stop this.. It's not good for you" She whined.

"WHY?" I shouted at her in annoyance.. I needed to be alone

"If you keep on doing this to yourself I'm gonna loose you.. And I will never be able to live with myself..."

Words started clotting up in my throat... I shouldn't say it...

"Yoko please just go away." I pleaded, struggling to keep my sanity in check.

"John please, it hurts me to see you like this..."

I should just shut up.... Lennon it's not her fault you lied to yourself for too long.

"I don't wanna loose you again.."

She's in lov-

"I was never yours to loose, Yoko."

Silence...

I can imagine her being too shocked to even cry but I didn't bother to look at her; and I didn't want to, but I also was ashamed of myself too.

I should've just shut up..

Now I'm alone .

And I know damn well that's how my life gonna be without him: Lonely.

...............

Walking to the studio, I found Paul eyeing me with a smirk pinned to him face.

"What?" I asked him, grinning.

"You look happy." He observed.

"I am happy. What's wrong with that? Aren't you sick of me whining about my terrible life? And plus, today is a good day. It's a miracle actually. George is NEVER late."

"I mean- to put it nicely- it seems like your friend got some." He eyed me for a while until I gave in and smiled in confirmation. "Cynthia's back?"

"She's not."

"Oh..." He raised an eyebrow.

"Just a little bit higher Macca and they'll fly off your forehead." I smirked.

He rolled his eyes-a part of me believes that he does that just to show how round his eyes are, but most probably it's just cause he's fed up with me. "Really?"