Don't You Hear My Call?

Maybe It's Over... For Good

Roger' POV

Three days.

That's how long it took for me to call Brian. Some might say it biblical, but in reality I just couldn't push myself to talk to him an sooner. Not after the crime he committed.

I dialed slow, there really was no rush. I hadn't fully prepared what I was going to say, but I had a basic idea. It's not like he deserves my attention anyways.

The tone was short. I barely had enough time to put the receiver up to my face before he answered.

"Roger? I-Is that you?"

His voice was both frantic and relieved. But now it was my turn to speak. I had been dreading this, but he's my love. The only man I've ever truly loved. The only person I've ever truly loved. I guess he doesn't deserve so much pain.

"Yes, Brian, it's me"

I waited just long enough for him to speak again. I really did miss his voice. It always made me feel something's. Good or otherwise. But I didn't want to miss him. Not after what he did. Or rather, what he didn't do.

"I've missed you so, so much Roggie. Please, will you forgive me?"

He asked me that too many times do count. Will I forgive him? I don't know. I do know that it's the right thing to do. But will I?

"I know that I should. I know that if I did, that everything would be better. Everything would go back to normal. But I don't want you to forget this. You need to understand that I felt like this after you left me. You need to understand what it's like to be left. High and Dry, Brian."

That's the most I've said to him since that night. I didn't mean to let it all spill out of my mouth, but it did anyways. It always does. Just like it did last time.

"I am trying to understand. I feel it Roger. And it feels awful. I need to see you. Please come to rehearsal."

That's where he was wrong. Or at least mistaken. I was going to rehearsals. I was recording my parts with the managers and sometimes Fred or John would come in to help. Mostly John. I hadn't told anyone about our fight. But I was getting work done. I just wasn't doing it with Brian.

"What good would rehearsal do? We're basically done with the album and being there would just make the boys uncomfortable."

Brian sighed into the receiver. "I just want to see you. You know where I am, okay? I won't bother you, but if you want to see me you can. I'll always let you in."

Brian was staying at a motel down a couple blocks. It wasn't amazing, but it's not like he deserves to say at the Ritz.

"Goodbye, Brian"

"Goodbye Rog, I love you."

Yeah. I hung up and sat back down on the couch. My hand reached out to the side, picking up a glass of water. I wasn't in the middle for tea.

I need to talk to someone about this. Maybe Freddie, maybe John. I think John would understand more about this. After all, he was the reason Brian left me in our first big fight.

For the second time that day, I picked up the phone. This time, I wasted no time dialing the most familiar number.

"Hey, It's Roger, could you come over?"

"Course. I'll be over in a second. What the matter?"

"I'll tell you when you get here."

"Okay, see you soon"

I hung up again and waited patiently on the sofa. If only I hadn't picked up the phone that night. Though, I can't imagine how I'd react when I'd eventually find out. But I still can't believe it happened like that.