𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 | GEORGE HARRISON

𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺

i knew george harrison. i thought i did.

i dreamt of him every night, after all. during that time, we talked. we talked for hours, it seemed. sometimes about nothing. just what was happening in my life, or what happened in his life. the afterlife didn't age him one bit, which was strange. he was young and sweet, with long hair. maybe in his late twenties. i, on the other hand, was only seventeen. what could i offer him?

george showed me kindness in my lifelike dreams; he'd make us food and sing me songs if i asked. he even took me other places in these so-called dreams. i saw over the pastures, over the long fields, leading to a small town. the town was empty except for the occasional cat in an alley. there were clothing stores, bakeries and little food shops all around the town. the road was made of bricks, making my dreams even better. we explored the town together after we found it, but we always eventually made it back to the little cottage in the field before nightfall.

that was when i woke up.

back to real life.

real life was awful. i felt so alone in dreaming about a dead man, which i most definitely was. none of my friends liked him or his music. my parents liked the beatles, but i couldn't exactly vent to them about my dreams with george harrison. it would feel too weird.

after about a week or so of dreaming, the thought of having the same dream in the same place with the same person became tedious. i wanted to have a dream with george, just in other circumstances. like in a different looking city, or with other people. i didn't want to be stuck at that cottage all the time. it was very repetitive.

"george?" it was almost sundown.

george was sitting next to me on the bench, strumming random chords. "yes, caroline?" he replied.

"don't you think that this place gets... well, boring over time?" i wondered if he felt the same way i did. "i mean, i like it and all, but... it's the same thing every night," he nodded.

"yeah, it is the same. how else could it be fun?"

i shrugged. "i just think a change would be nice... once in a while," i glanced over to him as he fiddled with his strings.

i always wanted to learn how to play the guitar but never had the time. that's why after a few nights of dreaming, i asked george to teach me a few of his songs. "i've been writing a few songs," george interrupted my thoughts. "wanna hear?"

i nodded, and george was off. he sang something about a field. along with the mix of words, i heard him throw my name in there as a filler. the melody was beautiful. i don't know how to describe it. just the overwhelming feeling of george singing to me was so surreal. his dark eyes only lingered on me and partly his guitar. the sun setting in the far distance was what made everything so perfect. was i catching feelings for a dead man?

before i knew it, the song was done and the sun had set. before i woke up, george said something offbeat that caught my attention.

"goodbye, my love," he licked his lower lip. i almost melted then and there. "i'll be seeing you," with one final cheek-kiss, i was awake.

my love?! the sun was rising in my bedroom on the wall in front of me on some of my paintings. i sighed before falling right back onto my bed. he loves me.

✌︎︎

my icy fingers hit the ice for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. i went into the rink to practice while it was couple's night. every saturday night, the ice rink was open from four pm to four am for glow skate and couples night. and anyone who had time on their hands.

someone pushed me. that's why i fell. i turned my head in disbelief, about to explode of anger, but i realized it was just a few of my friends from school. we always loved messing with each other.

ronnie, vera and johnnie. those were my closest friends all girls. two of them just happened to have boy names. ronnie, short for veronica, was probably my best friend. johnnie and vera were closer to each other than we all were, but only because they were sisters.

vera, the redhead of the group was kind, gentle and thoughtful. johnnie, her twin sister with soft brown hair was more of the rebel. ronnie was the funny one. she always had a joke for someone. she had darker, almost black hair.

the three of them were the closest things i ever had to sisters. i loved them.

"caroline, what're'you doing on the ground?" ronnie laughed. she outstretched a hand. although none of them did skating with me, we had plenty in common. i was the oldest, and ronnie was the youngest. johnnie and vera were the middle two. "it's almost two am, y'know?"

"yeah. what are you three doing here?" i brushed off some ice chips on my coat.

"we saw your car here," vera reached forward to wipe a piece of ice off my cheek. "we thought you were having a mental breakdown. again." she chuckled.

"you have no idea."