Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 99.

I decided to do a little bit of sight seeing on my own. I told Brian I'd be back in an hour. He understood.

I got odd looks from people as I walked down the beach in a coat and my bag around my shoulder. I stopped and grabbed one of my empty pill bottles filling it with sand. I grabbed a marker and wrote, Miami Beach, 1964.

I put it in my bag and grabbed my camera, taking a few photos of the ocean, ice cream stands, and officers. I walked into a small area full of shops. I saw a cute dress and decided, why the hell not. This is probably the only time I'm ever coming to Florida.

When I got back to the hotel, I made my way to my room and pulled out three post cards with a picture of the beach on them. I grabbed a pen and began writing the first one.

From: Lucy Michelle Daniels

To: Dad.

Dear dad, It's me Lucy. The year is 1964 and I'm writing to tell you, i'm okay. Life is hard. I'm hanging on by a thread and, I don't know what else to do. I miss you greatly and I hope you and mom are together. Have you met Phil? He was a great step dad. He treated me just as kind as you. I know you're watching over me. I love you.

        Love, your daughter.

I sighed and moved on to the next.

From: Lucy Michelle Daniels

To: Mom and Phil, aka; Step dad.

Dear mom and Phil, I miss you greatly. Ever since I've become sick, I've been thinking of the day I'll finally to reunite with you. I hope when I do, i'll go back to the fall of 1957, when things were better. When I first started college, when we were all together. Restart the life we never had. I'll stay young forever. With my old friends. People I loved. Being careless and young. I miss you every day of my life. I'll be seeing you two soon.

    Sincerly, your loving daughter.

I kissed the postcard and wiped my tears. I took a deep breath and moved on to the last one. It took  me awhile to get started but, I needed to do this.

From: Lucy Michelle Daniels

To: Stuart Sutcliffe

Stuart. What can I say? You never wrote to me. I heard you were an excellent student in Germany. If only you came back to us sooner. I miss you everyday. Your shitty jokes, your warm company, how you constantly argued with me and John in art class about techniques. I miss you always. I never got to say goodbye or even write you a letter. Can you believe I moved on this far? I'm in Miami with the guys! I hope you're waiting for me back in Liverpool. Still that teenage art nerd who we teased everyday. But love dearly. We can take a trip down to the canteen and I'll listen to you and the guys play. We'll meet again Stu. I promise.

   Love, Lucy...

I wiped the tears again and took a deep breath as I heard screaming girls outside. I got up off the bed and looked out the window overlooking the beach.

"Tonight, I'll get my closure." I said to myself.

..

I stayed locked up in my room all day and didn't hear from anyone all evening. I finished writing for the day and looked at the time.

8:33 pm.

I decided to change into the dress I bought earlier and looked at myself in the mirror. Letting my hair hang over my shoulders, the long white dress clung to my body, no shoes, just me looking pure as one could. I sighed and grabbed the postcards, a small tin canister, matches, and made my way out of the room.

I was walking down the hall when I came across John, looking tired and frustrated. He stopped when he saw me.

"L..lucy ye look, beautiful."

I smiled a little and looked down. "Thanks...Well, bye."

Before I could walk off, he stopped me. "Where are ye goin??"

"To get closure." I said clutching the postcards in my hand. He looked at me strangely.

"What?"

"Come on, I'll show you." I said nodding to the elevators. He followed as I led the way.

..

Thankfully by now, the beach was fairly empty. Just couples kissing and people walking around. He walked with me in silence as I walked towards the water. He stopped me.

"Lucy, what is this?" He asked looking down at me. I looked at him.

"Earlier in the plane, when Cyn said those things..."

"About that Lucy I'm so sorry.."

"I know John. But it got me thinking and...I never said goodbye to them. Everyone I loved never had a proper burial and well, I want to say goodbye in my own way." I handed him the postcards and looked away.

He read each one and looked up at me. "Luce I...these people are all.."

"Dead. I know. But, I figured since I'm here and I have time, why not let them rest? Let me rest. Let me move on a little."

He gave me a small smile and nodded. "That's really nice of ye Lucy. I mean, to do this really takes a lot of courage and strength."

I sighed. "I know. But, I can't keep running from it all."

He pulled me into a hug and just held me. It felt nice to just be held like this. To be in his arms again. John's arms. He pulled back and pulled out a notepad and a pen.

"Mind if I join ye? I 'ave a few people I need to say goodbye to as well."

I smiled and nodded as we sat down on the sandy beach.

..

About twenty minutes later, me and John stared at the flames from the tin canister as it floated away. We were knee deep into the water as we wiped our tears.

"Bon voyage." John whispered waving at the can. I smiled and looked up at him.

"You said that to Stu as he boarded the train that last day remember?"

"Yeah. Fuckin cunt never called."

I laughed to myself and felt his hand slowly reach for mine. Our fingers intertwining together. We didn't say anything. We just stood together, watching our notes burn, the smoke making it's way up, all the way to the stars.

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