A Flame In Your Heart

𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮

Gracie's pov

I tried my hardest to keep a brave face on, Ive mastered it anyways. I've always been told as a little girl, not to show your feelings. Don't cry, behave. Keep a brave face.

If someone pushed me to car today I'd completely fall apart. I guess I can't really forget, I'll never forget.

I couldn't shake the thought of the dream I had, I always forget dreams. The second I awake, puft there it goes.

So why is it stuck in my head? Why can't I just move on?
"Move on from what?"
I jumped, and came back to the real world.

Where I'm just supposed to pretend that I'm a normal girl with high hopes.

I was dusting mr Epsteins shelves for him as he requested.

Paul and I arrive two minutes late, by mr Epstein couldn't care one bit.

He sure is a step up from my last boss.
I brought my attention back to the person that's asked me a question.
"Pattie!"
She smiled, I noticed the rather big gal between her teeth.

It was cute, she hugged me.
"What were you talking about before?"
"Before?"
"Just then."
"Oh! Sorry I talk to myself. It's a lonely girl habit."
she chuckled, then George came up wrapping his arm around pattie.
"Hey luv!"
He said slowly pushing his lips up to hers.

They were a sweet couple, it was a bit awkward they were still locked in a vishes kiss.

I turned around bumping into someone's chest.
"We've got to stop bumping into each other like this."
My eyes trailed up to johns.
I moved and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"You should get a hair cut."
"What?"
"Well
I've picked up that your always tucking strands of hair behind your ear."
I just looked at him.
"See like this."
He pushed his body up to mine pushing a lose brown lock of hair back to place.
"Get off me!"
I pushed him.

He pretended to surrender.
I walked off, going to Brian.
I saw a man.
"Brian! I've finished the job. Anything else you need?"
But then when I realised he was with another man.
"Gracie! Get out!"
I put two and two together, they were obviously kissing.
"Oh shit."
I backed up and ran back to his office.

Great, I've lost a decent job. Within two days.
I waited at his desk until eventually Brian came in.

He looked rather serious, he gave me a rude look.
"Listen."
"-"
"You go first."
I said.
"Wait no! I'll go first."
"I beg your pardon."
"Just hear me out. Brian, whatever I just saw. I don't care about. I think love is love sir. And I love the fact that your queer."
"Queer! Pfft."
I blushed.
"I'm sorry, I just thought that's-"
"Yes. I am, but no one can no."
He walked out.
"Wait? Your not going to fire me?"
"No luv, your one of my best assistants."
"And by the way, thank you. I'm glad your not like other people. I might just have someone to talk to."
I smiled.
"You can talk to me about anything sir. Anything."
He nodded and walked out.
I sighed and did some odd jobs.

I felt glad, maybe Brian and I connected.
I was taking calls for the Beatles and Brian.

When Paul walked in, I realised that after today I haven't actually seen much of Paul apart from this morning.

Was he avoiding me?
"Hey."
He said walking in.
"Hey."
"Do you want to get ice creams."
"Why are you avoiding me?"
He opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
"I'm ok Paul, please just don't think twice about it."
"I know your not ok, your different. I haven't known you for that long. But even I can tell."
"Paul! Just leave me alone! Your not my fucking boyfriend. When I say I'm ok I mean it!"
I yelled, he didn't trust me. He didn't have the right to anyway.
It was the end of my shift any so I stormed off.
"Wait! Gracie!"
I grabbed my bag and left.

I heard John after me, and Paul.

But I didn't bother, I'm not worth it.
My whole life, I've tried to be a different person.
A person I'll never be.

Why do people have such high expectations!
I just want to be alone.

I felt tears threatening to spill.
I thought of Paul, he was trying to help.

Seems like everyone is.
I ran down to a big football field.
It was empty and all the seats were to.

I ran to one and sat down.
I didn't think my life would be this pathetic.

I cried in my hands for a while.
Until I could feel a presence.
"Gracie?"
I looked up.
"Zac?"
He had sorrow in his eyes, he always did.
He took a seat next to me.
"Oh Zac! I've missed you."
I hugged him, but he didn't hug back.
"Zac?"
"I'm gone Gracie, you need to let go. You need to move on."
I looked at him, but I couldn't bare not crying.
I let one tear trickle down my red cheeks.
He whipped it off with his thin holding my face with his big hands.

I leaned my head into them smiling.
"You need to move on."
He whispered.
"Gracie!"
I opened my eyes.
I was sleeping on the cold metal bench out on the football field.
I rubbed my eyes adjusting my view to the figure in front on me.
"John?"
He sat next to me.
"Are you mad! You could've been robbed! Our hurt!"
"What's the time?"
"Nearly 1 in the morning!"
Usually I'd go nuts but right now, I couldn't be bothered for one second.
"Luv?"
John said waving his hand in front of my face.
"Yes?"
"Why are you out here?"
He was different, not his usual self.
"I just needed-"
I yawned half through.
"Come ere."
He lifted me up.
And I instantly fell to sleep in his arms.