If It's In You; a Syd Barrett Fanfic

Nine

"Have fun with the boys, David. Be safe." I say, kissing his cheek. Pink Floyd was going to play a gig at a big hall two cities away.
"Of course. I'll ring you when we get there."
After David left, I put on a Beatles record and brewed some tea.
Then, I heard a knock on my door. "It's open," I call out.
I turn to see Syd walking through my door. But he looked so different. He had eyeblack all around his eyes, his once curly hair was straighter and more in his face, and the light in his eyes was gone.
"Hello Abigail," he says.
"Syd? What are you doing here?"
"I came by to see my girl!"
"What?"
"Here," he says, handing me a record. Wait, his record. The Madcap Laughs.
"All the songs are about you, babe. Let's listen to it together!" He says, walking over to me and David's record player.
"How long have you been working on this?" I ask him.
"Since they made me take a break from Pink Floyd. Which, do you know when their next gig is? I might show up and surprise them!"
"Oh, it's tonight, in the big hall two cities over."
"Then there's no time to waste! I'll go, you stay here and listen to the album. I just released it the other day! The 3rd actually." He said, kissing my cheek.
I wonder if he'll actually show up. I put on the record, and a slow kind of song played. I look to see what it's called; Terrapin.
One line stood out to me; "oh baby my hairs on end about you."
After No Good Trying finished playing, I heard the familiar song play. It's the one he wrote for me, Love You.
I felt hot tears form, but I wiped them away. "It's just a dumb record, it's not like it really means anything anyways."
After the record, which had no awful songs, finished, my phone rang. Thinking it was David, I answered immediately.
"Abigail, they kicked me out. They told me I couldn't play. Can I please come to your flat, please?" I hear Syd say, choking up.
I wasn't surprised at them not letting him play, but I felt bad. "Yes dear, you can come over."
About 45 minutes later, Syd walked in.
"Do you think they actually kicked me out?"
"They told you that when they kicked you out. They said you're no longer part of the band Syd,"
"No they didn't!" He whined.
I wasn't up for arguing.
"Your album is phenomenal," I said to him.
"Thank you baby," he said, putting his arm around me. "Hey wait, where's your engagement ring?"
I closed my eyes and said, "Syd, you didn't wanna give up acid for me. I can't be with someone who doesn't love me enough to honour my wishes. We're just friends, Syd."
I looked at Syd, and I saw hot tears form in his eyes. "R-really? You think I don't love you?"
"No, I don't."
"But, I do Abigail. I love you so much. I messed up, and I'm sorry."
"But you still trip out on acid. You haven't talked to me in two years, and out of no where you think we're still together? We aren't Syd. We won't ever have a future, we aren't made to be together."
"It hasn't been two years. That's ridiculous.. Wait. It's David isn't it?"
"What?"
"He steals everything from me. My friends, my band, now my girlfriend."
"Syd-"
"No. I'm gone." And with that, Syd stormed out, leaving his album. I take the record off the turn table and put it back in the sleeve. Upon opening the sleeve, a piece of paper falls out.
I pick it up to see what it says;
Abigail, it's been a while. I hope this album means the world to you; being as you are my world. I stayed up night after night making sure these songs were perfect and you would like them. If you still talk to the band, show them too. Also, my new address is 1469 Galla Suite. Feel free to show up, or even move in. I miss doing yoga with you, smoking with you, I miss you making wonderful meals. I miss sleeping with you. I miss you. Ring me sometime please. Forever yours, Syd xx
I feel hot tears, then I just put the note in my drawer beside my bed. I decide to lay down, then the bed side table phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Abigail, why the hell did Syd show up to our gig?" Rick's voice yelled.
"I-I don't know.." I said, shaking.
"Look, Abigail, you sent him here. I know you did." His voice softened.
"I-I didn't..." I say, choking up.
"Hey, don't cry. I'm not mad. David's not mad. The only one that's mad is Roger. But he'll be fine."
I laughed sarcastically and hung up.