The Day I Die (Ringo Starr One-Shot)

Her name was Juliet.

Typical, I know. Just another love story with another girl named Juliet.

Except in the end, only one of us died. The other died inside.

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Juliet and Ringo had been dating for a while now. Ringo smiled as he held a small box in his pocket, excited for tonight. He looked at Juliet, just across the room from where he was sitting and went over to her. "Hey Julie," he said, kissing her on the cheek and sitting next to her.

"Hey Rings," she replied as she smiled. He turned the box a few times over in his pocket and asked "I know you're not much of a drinker, but want to go to the bar?" he asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

She smiled and replied "I'd be happy to," he stood up and took her hand, helping her up. They headed out and went to the bar. When they got in, a few girls eyed Ringo, but he was used to it by now. Juliet looked at hm. "I'll be right back sweetie, I've got to hit the loo." He nodded as she left.

She didn't leave for long. When she came out, she wish she never left at all. She was in shock when she saw Ringo making out with another girl. She let out a small yelp and Ringo broke away from the girl. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and said "Juliet, I promise this isn't what it looks like."

Juliet couldn't function, and seeing the little black box in his hand didn't help either. "No," she managed.

"Juliet..."

"No, Ringo Starr, I'm leaving."

As she was about to walk out the door, Ringo grabbed her arm. "I can explain this, there's a perfectly reasonable..."

Before he got to finish, she shot back "I'll believe that the day I die."

One year later...

It had been a great deal of time since Juliet walked out on Ringo in that bar. The year was now 1964, it was a rather cloudy day on the 13th of May. Little did she know, this was her death day.

She walked out of her small apartment and got in her car, ready to go to work. She got in and turned it on, the radio loud. She started driving for what would be her last time.

She stopped at a light. She hummed along to the song blasting, tapping her steering wheel and getting into it. She never heard the song before and really liked it, taking mental note of the song. The light change and she stepped on the pedal. All was going smoothly when...

CRASH!!!

A huge white pickup smashed into her white beetle.

The airbag deployed and she started doing circles. Her car started spinning and it was a horrible car, her head banging everywhere possible. It wasn't long before she was knocked unconscious.

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Meanwhile, at the hotel The Beatles were staying in, Paul was impatiently channel surfing. He just wanted one damn thing to watch, just one! Was that too much to ask for. John was taking a nap, George was looking through the book of channels avalible and Ringo was at the desk do who knows what. It was when Paul heard sirens on one channel that got his attention.

He went back and found the channel with sirens on it. It was a breaking news broadcast - there had been a car accident somewhere near their hotel. Paul was about to change the channel again when he saw a familiar face on the TV about the crash.

"The crash was a white pickup truck driving into the yellow beetle. The driver of the truck was not hurt too badly, but the same does not go for the driver of the beetle. This girl being put into the ambulance now is still unidentified, but this is her picture. If you know this girl or have any information about her, please call 555-0926."