From 1967 (Syd Barrett Fan fiction)

Chapter 16 ~ Where's the watch?

Sorry, this chapter is a bit short.

I actually did end up sitting in the rain.
I sat in the grass, feeling the water pour over me.

It was ruining my clothes, but I didn't care.
I kept thinking about what was happening in 2019.

What if I was on the news?
They probably all thought I was crazy.
And Syd still didn't know I tried to kill myself.

I just needed to stay calm. That wasn't my problem anymore.
Or was it?
Would I have to stay here forever?

I didn't want to have to stay here and look at Syd with another girl every single day.

I needed to go back.
Nothing was keeping me here anymore.
Syd has Rachel.
Vanessa has Roger.
And my future lies in 2019, where I belong.

I started running back to Roger's flat, still soaking wet.

I needed to get that watch, where ever it was.

If I went to a mental institution, then so be it.

When I got to Roger's flat, though, I couldn't find the watch.

So then I thought of the only other place it could be at; Syd's flat.

I opened the door and headed straight for Syd's flat. I had forgotten where it was at, once again, but I eventually found it.
I made sure the door was unlocked, and went in.

He wasn't home, thankfully.
I began looking around, and there were clusters of song lyrics written down on paper everywhere.

I picked one of them up, and it had my name written on it. It looked to be the same size as a page in his diary.

In fact, it looked like he had ripped it out of a book.

It read;
I could never ask for a more beautiful girl.
And she's mine.
We kissed today, and it was so incredible.
I love her, my lovely Hannah.

A year escaped my eye, because if I found the watch, this would be my last day in 1967.

I'd never see Syd again.
Ever again.

Eventually, I searched everywhere, but I couldn't seem to find the watch.
What if he was wearing it?

I had to find out.

I ran out of his flat, leaving the door wide open.

I ran until I got near the edge of a bridge.
I could see Syd standing there, looking over it.

I ran towards him, and as soon as I got to him, he seemed startled.

"I've been looking for you." I told him, not realizing that it sounded a tad bit creepy.

"Why's that?" he asked me.

I looked at his wrists, but the watch wasn't there.

Suddenly, I saw something sticking out of his pocket.
It was the watch.

I attempted to reach down and grab it, but he managed to dodge my grasp.