A Flame In Your Heart

𝓣𝔂𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮

Gracies pov

I went to bed that night, feeling almost free.
free from my guilt that I thought I'd carry for the rest of my pathetic existence.

But last night was different, and I believe now I'm starting fresh.

So I may as well start acting so.
That means,  no random crying breaks.
Or pushing people away.
And most importantly, to start liking people.

I got up before my alarm this morning, I got up confidently.

I walked to the shower, turned it on and stepped in.

I smiled to myself.
"You're gonna lose that girl."
I started singing.

I never ever sing in the shower, but something about today....

I got out and looked at my reflection.
I frowned.

I'm not a super model, but then again who is?
Well, I'm definitely no Brigitte Bardot....

I silently chuckled remembering my little brother Keiths obsession with Brigitte.

I miss him.

I ran my hands threw my wet brown hair.
As a young girl, I was always told I had beautiful eyes.

I had the only bright blue eyes in my family, both of my parents had brown eyes.
All my aunties and uncles, grandparents and cousins, even my brother didn't.

All of them, brown eyes. But not me.
Bright blue eyes that stand out quite frankly.
I remember when Zac told me I had beautiful eyes.

When he told me, that was the only time I really felt I did.

I shook those thoughts out of my mind, I slipped into a yellow dress.

I put a belt around my waist. I straightened my long brown locks down, and put a head band on puffing the top of my hair.

I smiled and applied some light red lipstick.
I smiled at myself.

I haven't put this much effort into my appearance since.....
Since my last date with Za-

No.
I grabbed my things and walked out of my apartment, locking my door and walking to work.
—
I walked through the doors, taking a deep breath in. But of course just as I expected I wouldn't be so alone.
"GRACIE! Wait your early... what's wrong?"
"May as well be early."
"Where's my coffee?"
"Well I realised that sir, but I really think you need to start getting your own coffee. Like the big boy you are."
I said patting his back as I strutted past him.
He looked surprised, but I don't care!

I'm a new person! I am officially now starting over.
Gracie Elizabeth Woods, is how starting over!

I walked into sirs office, preparing his notes I had already written at Home for his conference.

"I trust you have my n-"
"Notes! Yes I have. Here they are."
He looked down to my hands as I handed him the notes.

He put his glasses on and inspected them intently.

He pulled a couple of strange faces, but in the end he seemed happy with them.
"Well then... I guess you can go help Tracy with her paper sorting."
"For what?"
"Just go!"
I frowned and got up walking to Tracy's office.

I'd never really been up at this place, all the walls were glass. it was so classy.

I stopped at the door with,
"Ms Tracy bender."
Written.
"Come in."
I nodded and walked in.
"Hello... you may be?"
"Oh pardon me, I'm Gracie. Gracie woods."
"Very nice to meet you ms woods. I believe your here for the note taking of the conference the Beatles are having?"
My eyes widened.
"What?!"
"I mean pardon?"
"Ah, yes mr Epstein has requested a young lady to write some notes for up coming events and such."
"I'm probably not cut out for that kind of work. Thank you ms bender but I must be going."
"Nonsense!"
"No really-"
"No ive chosen you. Now just go to room 12. That's where you will find mr Epstein."
We both got up and she pushed me to the door.
"Good luck ms woods."
I nodded and slowly walked to room 12.

I was quite nervous, I hope Paul doesn't see me.
Or maybe Mr Epstein just needs a little chat and I can leave before the Beatles come.
I started chewing my nails, it was a horrid habit I picked up as a child.

I stopped at the door and knocked twice.
"Come in."
I heard a males voice.

I opened the door to be welcomed with a man sitting behind a desk back to me.
"Take a seat."
He said.
I walked over and straightened my dress and took a seat.
He then turned to face me, he looked me up and down then smiled.
"I'm Mr Epstein, and you might be?"
I cleared my throat.
"I'm Gracie woods. Nice to meet you mr Epstein."
He held his hand out and I shook it.
"I'm guessing your here for the assistants trial."
"Pardon?"
"Assistant, my assistant."
"Oh, no I thought I was here for taking notes..."
I said scratching my chin.
"Oh no, you have me mistaken ms woods. Lola has already filled in for that job. But I do believe your here for a job. To be my assistant."
What?! I can't be his assistant!
"The job pays well."
But then again, it would be nice to have a better job.
"Where do I start?"
-
After an hour of Mr Epstein asking me questions, he told me he'd come back to me about the job.

I believe I did a good job, I'm quite fond of Mr Epstein.

"Well it was nice meeting you Gracie."
"And you mr Epstein."
"Please call me brain."
I smiled and shook his hand once agin before leaving the room.
I started walking but then I saw, those four suits.
Four mop tops.
And four men walking Towards me.
I quickly whipped around into the storage room.
I closed my eyes and hoped Paul didn't see me.
I then sighed when the coast was clear.
I walked out the storage room backawatds because I had to close the door.
"Phew."
As I turned around I was staring into a chest, oh shit. busted.
My eyes slowly trailed up until I reached his face.
"Ello luv, I'm John. Who are you?"
"I-I'm I'm Gracie."
"What a nice name, might you explain to me why you ran into this storage room?"
I then saw Paul approaching from behind.
"Shit."
"Nice meeting you John, but I must be going."
I pushed passed him and ran down to the stairs.
I ran to the bathroom this time running to the furthest stall.
Locking myself in.

I sat on the floor, letting a couple of tears spill.
This scenario felt so familiar.

I'm such a coward! How could I think for one minute I could be confident.

Typical me.