Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 23

The next couple of days were rough. Adam told me George called a couple of times, but I was so angry with him that I didn't speak with him. 

And since I had quit, I no longer had a job. So during the day, I just moped around and made dinner for Adam when he got back home from work. I didn't think leaving the boys, especially George would hurt so much. But I did decide to look for another job as a vet somewhere, but nothing had come up yet. 

As I was in the middle of making dinner for Adam, there was a knock at the door. So I went over to open it, and I gasped when I saw who it was. "Brian? What are you doing here?" I asked and he rubbed his hands together. "May I?" He said and I nodded as I let him in. I was definitely still angry and upset about what happened the other day, but I decided to listen to him. 

"I'm so sorry about what I said to you. Everything. It wasn't your fault, and I didn't mean what I said about Adam. I was just so angry about George's performance, and I took it out on you. I am really, truly sorry and I apologize." 

"I need some more time. I'm still very upset." 
"And I totally understand. Take your time. I just hope that you'll be coming back soon." 

"I don't want to go back, Brian. I'm done with the boys. I'm going to find another job." 

He was about to say something, but he kept it to himself. "Alright then. The boys and I are really, truly sorry for our behavior. We should've known better." He got up and I led him to the door. "If you ever change your mind, let me know." 

"It's a nice offer, but I won't change my mind." I told him and he hugged me, but I didn't hug back. He sensed that and let go before opening the door to leave and the boys stood in front of my door. "O-Oh. Hi Brielle." George said, and the boys waved as they stood behind him. Something switched inside of me. And it wasn't good. Anger took over as I saw their faces, and my hand reached for the door and slammed it closed.

That was way too harsh. I immediately regretted it, but was too stubborn to open the door and apologize. 

I heard some of their comments as they walked away. "Wow... Okay then." I heard John say and I rested my head against the door as my body slid down against it. I sat on the floor behind the door and the tears filled my eyes as I thought about George standing in front of the door a couple seconds ago. I could've apologized, but it wasn't my fault. But maybe he wanted to apologize. I guess I wouldn't know. 

As I thought about all of this, another knock came from the other side of the door. I grumbled as I got up and opened it. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I yelled, and George stood there. It seems as if he hadn't moved from that spot yet. "Brielle, can we please talk?" He asked and I shook my head. "No. Remember how you didn't listen to what I had to say and then broke my heart? Well I guess payback is a pain in the ass." I crossed my arms as I said that with as much sass as I could put into it. 

"I know. And I'm sorry. I was stupid and I should've listened to ye." I sighed, feeling my stubbornness calming down. "You didn't trust me. And it hurt that you thought I would really leave you and cheat on you." 

"I know, and I'm sorry. Can I come in and we can talk about it?" 

"No. No you can't." My hand rested itself onto the doorknob. "Now is that it? Because I'm done with this conversation." 

"Brielle, Please." He pleaded and I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I have something on the stove, so I have to go. Bye." I closed the door and brought my attention to the dinner I was making for Adam. I tried my best to not get tears into the food, and I took a few deep breaths to help control the tears. 

Adam came in and looked at me. "Um... I saw George outside with tears on his face. Was he bothering you? I can ask him to leave." "No, it's alright. I made dinner for you." He smiled and he hugged me. "Thank you. Having you here is amazing." I hugged him back and then prepared the dinner for him. 

As he ate dinner, I updated Jace, Mimi and Ruth about what had happened. After that, I went to my room and began to write down a poem I've heard before that explained everything I felt in that moment. 

"Last night I had a dream,
We were walking hand in hand,
On a deserted island beach,
Over endless miles of sand,

The moon was shining bright,
You looked over at me and smiled,
Your eyes so full of passion,
Our thoughts both running wild,

We laid down and held each other,
So close but never enough,
The tides came in and nearly covered us,
As we made pure and beautiful love,

I had never known so much beauty,
As your skin in the pale moon light,
Every moment so intense and new,
On this warm, dark and blissful night.

But as the sun rose the next morning,
You disappeared and left me alone,
I'm still on that deserted island,
Come back and bring me home..."

And I never saw George again. Not including TV and radio of course, but anytime someone would mention his name I would just turn the TV or the radio.

Did I ever forget about him though? No. How could I? His face and voice was literally everywhere. And no matter what I did, I somewhat always thought about him. His voice and his beautiful face haunted me sometimes, and I hated it.

But maybe we'll see each other again. Only time will tell. 

I miss him.