Midnight Man

What would she think of me?

John's pov
I sniffled up all tears threatening to spill, I don't cry. I just don't do that. I walked back out to the others.
"Paul I'm pretty sure he was cry-"
I heard George whispering to Paul and Ringo.
"Oh uh hey John!"
"I wasn't crying."
Paul came and walked over to me pating  my shoulder.
I hit it off of me.
"I don't need your sympathy, I'm fine."
"John we know your not alright, Amy changed you. And we no your love her. So stop whining over her and go get her."
I was taken aback.
"You remember Amy?"
I asked.

"Amy was a beautiful bird, she was lovely and nice and intelligent plus very interesting! We'll never forget a bird that beat us in cards!"
Paul said.

I smiled.
"Now go get her."
"Yeah but what would she think of me? When I hurt turn up..."
George came closer.

"She'll fall in love with you all over again."
I smiled.

"Well I can't just go now."

"Yeah you can! We'll finish later, go before you'll regret it."
I smiled and grabbed my coat that was hanging over a chair.

As I walked out of the building I heard George.
"Wait! Wait!"
I stopped.

George shoved a packet of digestive chocolate biscuits in my chest.
"Tell her I said hi."
I smiled and nodded.

George patted my back and went back inside.

I walked out and got a cab to take me to an airport.

I practiced a speech over and over on the car trip.

I thought she would hate me for not sending her anything.
I remember trying to build myself up to do it but I just couldn't.
Flash back
1965
Johns pov
I walked into Cynthia and my bedroom, Cynthia had gone shopping with Jane Paul's girlfriend. I thought this could be my best opportunity to send a letter to Amy. I miss Amy so much, I mean I guess that's what happens when your in love. I got some paper and shut the door. I sat down and got my pen out. I thought for a while.
Dear Amy,
No
Dearest Amy,
No
Sweet sweet Amy,
NO!
I put the paper down. I thought of Amy. The way she smiled when I'd make her. the way she laughed. I got drunk off her looks.
No John you need to write something.
Ok ok....
Dear Amy,
It's nice it's short basic bold nice.
dear Amy,
I know I haven't been in contact for a whil, the bands getting there yknow. I hope you understand! Listen love, I can't get Ye off me mind. I think about you a lot. I get distracted at the studio just thinking about you. I wish I could see you, touch you. I hope your well.

John,

I smiled.
"Hey John I'm back!"
I heard Cynthia's voice ring throughout the house.
"Shit."
I scrunched up the letter and threw it under our bed.
I sighed and walked out.
Flash back over.

I thought of Cynthia, I felt bad for leaving her but after I came back from Australia it was just never the same.

And I shared with her for a good year, but I had to break it off.

"Sir we're here."
I nodded and handed the man the money.

I didn't pack anything. It was just me.
And I had enough mental baggage already.

All I wanted was to see her, see the love of my love.

I took a deep breath in and headed inside the air port.

I bought one ticket to Australia and headed to my private plane.

I got some crisps for the trip and walked down the bridge to the plane.