Brittany stepped outside the hospital's ward, walking to the garden. The last few days were a torture to her. Blood taking for the monthy exams. The wrists of her arm were all blown up by the years of shooting heroin inside. It hurt the hell out of her to let the doctor take her blood out.
Strange how her mind was set in another things, now. She didn't thnk thta much about the days of getting high, walking on the ceiling, seeing the world upside-down. She wanted to come back. To the Five-Piece. To the stages. To somewhere away from there.
Someone had a radio on, and she listened to it. Wills MacAbee, the best DJ in the whole country. He announced the next song.
"Ladies...and gentle people, this is the Five-Piece's newest single, released this week in UK. It comes from their top-selling album Beyond The Last Gate, and it hit the people on Reading Festival. Everybody was singing the song you will hear now: It Isn't Easy."
Brittany smiled. That song always gave her good vibes. Now, it was her anthem for life
When you get to the top of the mountain, look to the sea
And try to watch the things a young man could be
don't give your back to the past,
past will get you back
Just keep on looking foward
in a second you will be there.
'Cause it isn't easy, it isn't easy
It isn't easy to beg for help when you're going down
But it isn't easy, it isn't easy
It isn't easy but you'll have to do it anyhow.
She smiled. That was it. Her own anthem. It wasn't easy to get out, but she would.
She turned back to the ward, and then she spotted someone new on the place. Strange, she didn't have noticed that blonde one before. Maybe she was new there. "Oh well", she said, walking inside once again.
"Eleanor?"
"Yeah?"
"There is something we got to talk about."
"Well, spill it out, then."
He stopped in front of her, stuttering words.
"We've been out for a...a time and I...well..."
"I am listening, Jonathan."
He looked up to her, and decided to go on at once.
"I feel like an idiot! What am I to you, Eleanor? I want to know if you feel something for me, really do, or if I am just a...", he stopped. She looked so strange to him, like that daring soul that she was in that night in Reading.
"For the first time in ages you didn't call me Mrs. McAllen", she said. "And you finally made your mind up. I never thought I'd hear from a man what I heard from you, Jonathan.", she went on, in an amazed tone of voice. "It's usually the guy that fools around someone, not a bird."
She looked to him, and said the truth. The thing he needed to hear.
"Jonathan, I may fancy you - and I do - but I can't love you. Not in the way you want. That is something that I cannot give you. My heart's the only thing I can't handle you. Because it has an owner.". She sighed at the memory. "And even though he's not here, I won't take it from him. I am sorry."
She started to walk away, and he stopped her again.
"And what if I tell you that I will be glad, if you just fancy me? Just that and nothing more?"
That was said with a laughter. He hugged her. "That would do for me."
"I will think about it, Beston", she laughed.
Hari looked up for a second, having heard a grin. On the producer's table, on the other side of the studio, the 'help' was smiling at him.
Hey there, miss Eastman!
Hey there, John. You don't look a day over twenty.
Thanks for the compliment...you're okay too. Seeing the place?
Re-seeing, you should say!
"Hey, daydremer! Wake up!", Danny shouted.
'Sorry. Didn't hear you", Hari excused himself.
"I say! Come on, let's go. Eleanor is claming a group meeting."
"There we go again...", he sighed.
The meeting was brief. Basically, she had told them about the news of the new single and when they would meet up again. When all the band left, Hari stood back, looking to Eleanor.
"You never talked to me anymore, Eleanor Rigby."
She sighed.
"Found something better than trying to get some reason inside your head."
"Yea, I saw it. That Beston knows it better than I do."
"Want to hit me, Hari? Better do something better than this. I don't love him. Not in the way I loved James." She looked straight into his eyes. "Not in the way I loved you."
She had said in the past tense, and that got to him. Hurt a lot. Like those bullets that had given an end to his life, once upon a December.
"So you really..."
"A bit of teeny-bopper love, falling for the Savior. You were my guardian angel, my master. I was so young then. Impossible not to fall.", she said. "But then I smacked some reality in. You were gone, I married James and it was the end of it. I don't love Jonathan Beston, Hari. I will never love. But he's a nice hand-out, anyway."
"I'm going to tell you a secret then, Eleanor Rigby.", he said. "If you weren't so blind you would see that I loved you then."
He moved close to her, admitting something he had been hiding all those years. He would not tell her who he was and what he supposed to do here - she'd never understand. But he would have to shed a bit of skin to get through that situation, and keep his mind on Brittany - that was his trouble after all.
"You would see that I loved you then...and that I love you still."
She looked away, the face growing red as the sunset. Her worst fears were coming true, so what she was thinking that would happen really did. Winston Harrison really loved her.
She turned to him. Her deep dark blue eyes were unsure of what he meant to say. He leaned over and kissed her, as gentle as he could. Sealing his fate - love was the gift of life and he would be, forever on, doomed to live that love.
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