Dear Mr. PostMan

He left? No.....

After John left Anna in the park, his heart weighed heavy with regret. He felt guilty for walking away, but he knew she had made up her mind. Nothing was going to change that. If Paul were here, he'd slap me silly for what I've done, John thought as he called a taxi, his heart breaking with each step.

"London Street, 4591 please," John said, sinking into the backseat, trying to push the image of Anna from his mind.

The taxi driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Why so glum, boy?"

John sighed, his voice low. "It's a long story."

"Well, talking might help, son," the driver suggested kindly.

John shifted uncomfortably. "Alright, here it is. I fell for a girl... way out of my league."

The taxi driver raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, John continued.

"But the problem is... she doesn't want to come with me. And where I'm going, we can't be together."

"Ah, man, that sucks. Sorry to hear it. But who knows, maybe she'll change her mind." The driver's tone softened as he pulled up to John's address. "Well, here we are. Hope you figure it out. That'll be ten pounds, please."

John muttered under his breath, "Not likely, mate." He handed the driver the money and got out of the cab. The weight of the moment was heavy on him as he walked up the stairs to Anna's flat, each step making it feel like the distance between them was growing further and further.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by Jack, who immediately started licking his face. John knelt down, ruffling the dog's fur.

"You take good care of her, alright? You take real good care of her, Jack," John whispered, giving the dog a tight hug.

"I'm gonna miss you, Jackie boy," John muttered, remembering the first time he'd called him that.

Flashback:

"John, what are you doing?" Anna laughed, watching John roughhouse with Jack.

"Playing with Jackie boy. Someone's too busy to play with me, right, Jackie boy? You want the ball, don't you?" John cooed, hiding the ball behind his back.

"I've told you, John. I need to get this work done. And who do you think pays for your food... and Jack's too, huh? And since when did you start calling him Jackie boy?" Anna said, shaking her head.

"Since now. I think it suits him," John replied, laughing as Jack barked excitedly.

"You two are nuts," Anna said, smiling as she watched the two of them.

"But I'm your nutter," John said, grinning, before Jack tackled him to the ground.

End of Flashback

Snapping back to the present, John smiled sadly at Jack. "Alright, time to get to work," he said quietly, before sitting down to write two letters—one to Paul, and the other to Anna.

Dear Paul,

Things with Anna didn't work out. I'm coming home. We're gonna make our band toppermost of the poppermost. You can bet on that. So much to tell you, but not enough paper. I'll save the rest till I see you, mate.

Your mate,
John Lennon.

John sealed the letter, but before he could envelope it, his eyes landed on a few pictures of him and Anna. His heart clenched as memories flooded back.

Flashback:

"Come on, John!" Anna called, dragging him down the street.

"Where are we going? Slow down, will you? You're gonna pull my arm off," John joked, laughing.

"Trust me, this will be worth it!" Anna smiled mischievously as she yanked him toward an old photo booth.

"You wanna take pictures in here? That's why you're pulling me along like this?" John said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! It'll be fun. Besides, we can frame them. No more phone pictures—these will be special." Anna winked.

John rolled his eyes, but smiled, letting her pull him into the booth. He slid a tenner in as they started making silly faces. Sticking out their tongues, making bunny ears, and flashing peace signs. Then one shot where they both smiled genuinely.

Anna looked at the pictures afterward, holding them up. "Love it!" she said, grinning.

"I like this one," John said, pointing to the one where they both smiled.

"Well, you can have that one," Anna said, handing him the photo. "They gave us two, after all."

John slipped the picture into his wallet. "Thanks, love," he said with a grin.

End of Flashback

Returning to the present, John grabbed the photo from his wallet, holding it in his hand for a moment before folding it and slipping it back inside. His heart felt heavy as he looked around Anna's flat one last time. He quickly set her letter down on her desk, then hugged Jack once more.

"I'll miss you, Jackie boy," John whispered, giving the dog one last scratch behind the ears before stepping out into the cool night air. He clutched the letter to Paul tightly in his hand, the weight of everything sinking in. He needed to see his friends again.

I wish I could see Paul again, the thought lingered as he reached for the mailbox, his fingers brushing against the cold metal. Just as he was about to slip the letter inside, a blur of movement caught his eye—Anna, running toward him.

His heart skipped. Did she change her mind?

For a fleeting second, hope ignited in his chest. But before he could take his hands off the mailbox, the familiar dizziness surged through him, pulling him under. His knees buckled, and in an instant—he was gone.

"JOHN! NO!" Anna screamed, her voice breaking as she sprinted up the stairs. But by the time she reached the door, there was nothing. No trace of him.

He had vanished.

Anna stood frozen, chest heaving, tears blurring her vision. "He left?" she whispered, voice trembling. Then, louder, more desperate— "No! COME BACK! COME BACK!"

But the universe had made its choice.

She collapsed to her knees, sobs wracking her body, the emptiness around her swallowing the words she never got to say.

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