Chapter 2
About two hours later there is a knock at the door. After a few second pause, the door creeks open and Ringo walks in.
"Hey love" He says with a smile. I sit up as he walks over to the bed. He climbs in next to me and kisses me gently before laying back.
"Boy that was crazy." He said. I say nothing, worried that if I speak I'll start to cry again and I had just finished doing so. Ringo picks up on that and continues to talk, knowing his stories are helping to distract me. He tells all about the interesting people he encountered.
After a bit he stops talking and the two of us just stare at the ceiling in silence. I move to rest my head on his chest and Ringo absentmindedly strokes my hair. His breath gets heavy after a while and I look up to find him asleep. Smiling, I tuck the blanket under his chin and kiss his forehead. I get up and go to take a shower. I sit under the pressure of the hot water, crying once again.
I was so close to my parents. It was just the three of us, 'The Three Musketeers'. I was taking the accident really hard. It's been almost two weeks but I still feel numb.
I cry almost all the time, rarely get out of bed and barely eat. I've lost almost fifteen pounds since the doctor told me that my parents had died. As soon as the doctor told me, I immediately phoned Ringo. Unable to form words, I simply cried over the receiver. Ringo had no idea what was wrong but when I finally managed to choke out where I was, he hung up and came directly to me. He hasn't left me since.
Ringo told the guys he couldn't continue with the tour as he wanted to be with me. They were upset but they understood, since they knew they would do the same thing if it were their girl.
Being an only sibling, I found connection a with Ringo unlike any other. I've dated a few others but never one like him. He was different. We understood each other in such a way, it was inevitable we would end up together. We met just before he hit it big time with The Beatles. But he managed to stay the exact same through all the craze fame. My heart swells, just thinking about the love I have for him.
I slowly climb out of the shower and reach for a towel. Shivering, I go back out to the room and searched in my overnight bag for my jeans and a sweater. After slipping them on and brushing my hair, I slide back in bed next to Ringo. He shifts, waking. He pulls my shivering body towards him and I fold up in his embrace.
Eventually I warm up. When I do, I decide that I want a hot beverage. So Ringo and I put on our jackets. Grabbing my hand and holding tight, he leads me outside.
