she's leaving home 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨]

XI

—𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋—
[𝟐𝟑.𝟎𝟖.𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐]

george's bedroom was teeming with molly's suitcases and clothes. her bags were stacked neatly in a corner, all of them neatly organized by size.

when molly arrived back in liverpool, she went home, took her things and kept many memories inside of a box for her and him to go through later. she collected all these trinkets, photos of all of them and keepsakes. when they were children, he would bring her his old guitar picks, different pieces of clothing and tons of old photographs of the two of them.

they both knew what it meant to spend their free time together. it was as simple as breathing for both of them. they both knew each other well; he didn't care about anything else. and he knew it was the same with her.

as george walked up the stairs and walked into his bedroom, he realized the mess scattered around his floor was photographs. he watched her quietly from the doorway. she was sitting on the floor surrounded by old photo albums, her back facing him.

"what are you-"

"look at this one george!" she laughed softly, holding a photo of paul, george and her by a pool. they were wearing swimsuits, smiling happily at the camera, all their fingers intertwined.

he walked over to her slowly "what is that?" he asked curiously.

"we went swimming at my mum's old boyfriend's." she replied, looking lovingly at the picture. "do you remember?" she asked turning to look at him.

he nodded, "of course i remember," he grinned, sitting down beside her on the floor. he shook his head and sighed, "one day when we were kids, i told you i wouldn't let us grow up until we became inseparable. you wanted me to live forever with you and your mom." he chuckled.

"how old were we?" she wondered aloud.

"twelve? thirteen?" he guessed, smiling softly. "i said i'd always be with you, molly. no matter what happens."

"for as long as the universe will allow us."

she pulled out a polaroid—it was of a beach. written on the back was 'crosby beach, 1953'. it was a stunning photo that george had taken and given to her years before.

"do you remember the day we met?" she spoke suddenly, looking at him with curiosity in her eyes.

he laughed a little, trying to remember. "i think we must have been twelve... and you were.... thirteen?"

"i was twelve!" she exclaimed excitedly. "it was your birthday and i really didn't want to go to your party, but of course, my mother forced us to go." her laugh rang loud and clear in the quiet room as he laughed slightly.

george giggled, taking the photograph into his hands. "i remember i gave you this polaroid because i thought you were the prettiest girl at my party," he confessed.

molly snorted in response, shaking her head. "oh, george... you've always been so sweet..." she whispered, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.

"look at this pic, molls. it's from when we were fifteen."

molly looked at the picture he held, frowning slightly as she stared at it. "is that john and paul there, too?" she trailed off, pointing to the small figures standing beside him.