Noone.Rain pattered softly on my window pane, interrupting the peaceful silence that I had surrounded myself with. I shivered slightly, and reached for the colorful blanket that was always spread acrossed my bed just for this reason. After adjusting it to drape around my shoulders, I let my eyes stray back to the glowing computer screen.
I can't wait to let myself disappear... I struggled to put in perspective what this meant. To me, it seemed as if the person who wrote this wanted to run away from it all, just leave behind their life and never be found again. I agreed completely.
There were many things that I wish I could run away from, the number one thing being the past two weeks, but it isn't that easy. It never is. You cannot force your brain to just forget something no matter how desperate you are to forget.
I shut my laptop with gentle hands and let my eyes drift closed. If I concentrated hard enough, I could still see his hazel eyes, sparkling with life. I could feel his r
George idly twirled a stick in his hand as he watched the clouds blow by. He was sitting in his favorite spot to be at, some garden that he had come across whilst wandering aimlessly around. He inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of the flowers and the pine trees. All around him birds were chirping merrily.
It was the perfect place really, almost too perfect. But that was the inbetween. He felt another presence join him, and without looking , he knew who it was. John Lennon. The man he had been avoiding in the inbetween since the day he got there. The very same person who had pestered him with phone calls and letters begging him to talk to him a few months before he was shot. George regretted ignoring those letters, and couldn't face John.
"Happy death-day Geo," John greeted when he appeared infront of the still man. George opened one of his closed eyes, and shrugged. Today was November twenty-ninth. This was the day his life had ended in that hospital room.
"How yeh feelin'? John asked