The Notebook

Laura

Wow she got a photo with Benedict Cumberbatch. And he was so nice. She almost believes there was something between them. She didn't felt like this for a long time. It's like she's flying on her way to the hotel. This man changed her life in a way she'd never thought. He's an inspiration. Besides music watching him acting was one of the things that calm her in hard times.

Just a few blocks left and she'll reach her hotel. Slowly the cold and wet is creeping in, reaching for her bones. She walks faster. It's not the first time she's in London. It's basically her second home. She was surprised as Ben had noticed that she's not from here.

Finally. The warmth of the lobby encases her. Babel of voices. The smell of food from the restaurant is passing by.

"Good evening Miss Winter!" she is greeted by the concierge.

"Good evening!" she greets back and heads to the lifts.

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She opens the door with her key-card.

"Brian?"

Nothing but silence welcomes her. Maybe he went out with his friends again. She prays that he'll know this time when he has enough. But he never does so why would he.

Quickly she gets rid of these thoughts. She doesn't want it to ruin the perfect day she had.

Before she's heading into the shower, she quickly puts the piece of paper with Ben's signature on it, in her songbook. Brian never looks in it so it'll be safe there. Just her own personal anchor in hard times. May they never come.

~

She's humming a song as she's standing under the warm waterfall. Now she realizes how cold she really was. Maybe she should've accepted the offer from Ben. She smiles. He was so... she doesn't even have words for it. And that smile of his. And those eyes. They seemed to look right into her soul. What would she do to meet him again.

"That'll never happen" she murmurs to herself.

She's stepping out of the shower, puts her pj's on and gets into bed.

She doesn't think of Brian as she drifts into sleep.