Younglings

The Beatles

1969
Polly's pov
George and I are still married together, as happy as ever.

We've had the long run. But let me catch you up on what's been happening.

George comes home every night telling me.
'anytime polyester our groups going to end.'
I think he wants it to as well.

George always talks about a solo career dream he's being having lately, I'm all for it whatever makes him happy makes me happy.

Vouge has got to be quite the famous modelling company.

Jane and Paul split up. I could tell it broke her heart, all the childhood memories George Paul Jane and I had together would be unforgettable.

Don't get me wrong Jane and I still remain best friends. She's met new men, she's happy now.

Cynthia on the other hand had it tough. John was being very unfaithful to her. She always knew but he met some girl called Yoko Ono.

So they split up as well, I don't see Cynthia that much. It breaks me up though.

I do occasionally get scared that this will happen with George and I. But he seems against it.

Yoko never really liked me. She ignores me straight up. Although I couldn't help but laugh when she took Georges biscuits. He lost the plot!

Never take a man's biscuits! Well at least Georges ones... I guess she learnt that the hard way.

I was currently sitting on the back porch drinking tea reading.

I had my long blonde hair up in a messy bun.
Some glasses I ended up needing sitting on the end of my nose. I was wearing some of Georges baggy pants with a big jumper.

I was so relaxed. Until I heard the door slam.
"Polly!"
It was George.
"Ye-"
He saw where I was and smashed his lips up against mine.
"Woah woah steady tiger."
I said.
He held my cheeks.
"We broke up."
"Come again?"
I said slightly confused.
"The Beatles there done, finished! Completed."
George said.
I know he was sad but he was also happy.
"Oh my.... Your happy about this."
"Yes! We're finally ending that chapter of my life."
I smiled and kissed him slowly.
"I'm glad your happy George."
I whispered.
"I'm glad your happy Polly."
He replied caressing my red cheeks with his big thumbs.

We stood on the porch holding each other.
He was happy.
And so was I.

George reassured me he was happy.
But I heard him silently crying in bed.

The Beatles were done.
I can't believe it.