𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

twelve

george's pov

i sat on the leather couch feeling utterly emotionless as i listened to jane explain what had just happened. the lads erupted into chaos, the three of them pacing around frantically. conversations back and fourth, each of them growing increasingly louder. i didn't feel like i was apart of it though. it was almost as if i was watching the scene from a window. i didn't even feel capable of speaking.
capable of feeling anything again.
i was waiting for the heartbreaking pain to set in, but it didn't. i felt... nothing. it's like, when michelle left, so did my ability to feel. to breathe.

my heart.

"are you not hearing what i'm saying? she has nowhere to go. her flat is gone and her car clearly isn't reliable. jesus christ, i mean what if something happens to her!" paul exclaimed, waving his hand in my face.

i was just getting used to being someone she loved. now she's not here to get me through.

"do you really not care that she's gone?"

"she's on her own, george. do you realise that?"

"what if she gets hurt, then what? then you'll feel bad."

"can you all shut the fuck up? none of you have any idea, i mean, shit you can't even begin to understand," i stopped, trying to decide if it was even worth explaining. "i'm the reason she left."

suddenly, john spoke up. he was sitting just as i was a minute ago. he seemed to be completely oblivious to the situation.

"you're not the reason she left, george."

"you don't get it. besides, you wouldn't be able to know that." i started, feeling something burn inside me. where does he get off telling me why she left? he doesn't know her like i do.
none of them do.

john laughed like he was about to cry as he ran a hand through his hair, standing up. "get over yourself."

"watch it." i stated, stepping closer to him.

"i know about you two. i know everything."

"know what?" ringo asked, jane and paul standing next to him. all three of them were clearly growing more interested in john's claim.

"george and michelle are, well, were dating. he was in love with her, weren't you? he fell too hard and now she's gone." john began.

i felt my entire body tense up. "how,"

"because i'm her best friend. she told me all the stuff she couldn't tell you."

"wait. if it wasn't george, why did she leave, john?" jane asked, stepping between him and i.

john looked down to the ground and began to pick at his fingers. he removed his glasses and wiped his eyes quickly.

is he... crying?

"because i kissed her."

"you WHAT?" before i had the chance to think about it, both of my hands were wrapped tightly around john's neck. afterall, i still felt like i had no control over my emotions. i knew one thing, and that was i wanted him to feel what i was feeling right now.