Hello, goodbye

Chains

"I'm going to stay at Paul's place. I think it would be best if I wasn't here," I explained, and George didn't even look up from reading his morning paper. In fact, he didn't say anything, so I just got my stuff and left. I hopped a cab over to Paul's and I cried silent tears the whole way. He didn't even ask me to stay, although why would he? I cheated on him! Now I cried tears of anger with myself.
When I got there, Paul almost immediately opened the door. He looked at me impatiently, and like he was expecting me to explain.
"Can I just stay here for a bit?" I asked shyly, and he but his cheek. Without saying anything, he just swung the door open, signaling for me to go in.
"I'm actually leaving right now to take care of a friend," with that, he cut eyes at me, obviously meaning George, "but you're welcome to stay here," he said, and I could hear the hostility in his voice. I was beginning to think coming here was a mistake, but it was too late to turn back now. And with that, he left. I then realized I hadn't just hurt George, I had hurt all of them. They all trusted me, took me in, and I betrayed them.
I put on a record that Paul had from the earlier Beatles, or The Quarrymen, and was actually surprised that I really liked it. It was more rock N' roll than their stuff now. I just sat in the living room and cried. It feels like I've done a lot of that recently.
When Paul came back, he seemed to be very deep in thought, until he saw me.
"You broke him. I hope you're happy," he said abruptly, and I just felt worse. He went into his room and played guitar. It seemed as if I was going to get the same treatment here as I would at George's.
He didn't talk to me at all, but he did leave a grilled cheese on the counter for me. I did what any sane in my situation: I drank. A lot. I took too many shots to count, and had a whole bottle of wine by myself. I was stumbling around, but managed to make it to the phone.
"GEORGE! I LOVE YOU, BABY!" I yelled drunkly into the phone, and he didn't say anything at first.
"Rose, are you okay?" He just asked quietly.
"NO, I'M NOT OKAY! YOU BROKE MY HEART, GEORGE HARRISON!" I yelled sloppily, and he just answered back quietly.
"You broke mine first, doll," he said, and this time he didn't call me "doll" out of love, he said it out of sadness and pity for my sloppy drunken state. I began to cry, and he just breathed into the phone. What I didn't know was that he didn't have the heart to hang up. He needed to hear my voice just as much as I needed to hear his. He did miss me, so maybe one day there would be hope.
"Paul's mad at me, I can tell," I said, a bit quieter this time out of sadness and loneliness.
"He was angry that you hurt me, even though I told him he doesn't need to stick up for me and that it was fine," he said, and I silently thanked him for that. He didn't have a vengeance. He seemed to have let it go, but he just couldn't get past it.
"Oh," I said, and for a minute we were just quiet. I was thankful that he was even still talking to me, "why haven't you hung up yet?" I asked, and he seemed to be thinking carefully about how to word his response.
"I can't," he said, and I had the feeling he didn't want to elaborate, so I didn't ask.
"George, I am really sorry," I said, I wasn't expecting him to take me back or forgive me, I just needed him to know that I felt remorse.
"I know, and I'm not angry, I just don't want to be broken again," he explained, and I felt tears fight to spill over the brim of my eyes. I did my best to keep them locked up, but they won. The way he said "broken" broke my heart. I hadn't just hurt him, I actually shattered his being. That was something that I did not take pride in.
"George, I have to go," I said, and the tears spilled faster now.
"Why?" He questioned, and I longed to talk to him longer, but I just couldn't.
"I can't deal with this constant heart ache, George," I said, and he sounded sad that I had to leave.
"Oh, goodnight then," he said, and I left the phone hanging off hook. I didn't have the heart to look at it anymore. I went to the couch, and passed out.
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Super long chapter (for me!) also, I have yet ANOTHER book about a love story from the 40s! Check it out if you want!!!