1959
Georges pov
I sat down on a bench in a graveyard.
What was I doing here?
I wasn't in anymore pain.
My ankle was fine.
My face was fine.
I was fine.
It was an overcast day and I watched as the wind blew flowers out of graves flower pots.
I was silent. I was calm.
I saw a girl hunched over at a grave. She was crying.
Why am I here? Where am I?
I slowly got off the bench and picked up a flower, that was dead.
Imagine the story behind it.
A lady died, and her husband brought a single flower.
"This flower is 40 years old."
I mumbled.
I walked over to the girl.
I wasn't feeling anything.
I was just in my own element.
I tapped her shoulder and she turned around.
I looked at the grave and dropped my flower.
George Harrison
1943-1959
I soon recognised the girl.
"Polly?"
She sniffled.
Her eyes were puffy and red
Her cheeks were stained with tears.
She stopped crying and started laughing.
"Polly? Where am I?"
She continued laughing, then she stoped.
"Your dead. D E A D. Don't you remember?"
She started laughing even harder.
"No-n-n-no I'm not dead. I'm here."
"Yes your dead Georgie."
My head snapped around.
Out of no where John appeared.
He walked over to Polly.
She smashed her lips against his.
They started snogging on top of my gravestone.
"Stop! NO!"
"George!"
I was harshly woken.
"No!"
"George your dreaming."
I opened my eyes.
It was Polly.
"Where am I?"
I asked
"In hospital. Your really hurt George."
Polly looked like she had been crying.
I slowly but carefully brought my thumb to her cheek.
She smiled and leaned on it.
"Polly am I-i- dead?"
Her smile fell
"No."
I was relieved.
I was in a white room attached to a machine.
My whole body was in pain.
Polly sat on the end of my hospital bed.
I observed her, she had her blonde hair out.
She looked out of the window.
The wind blowing her hair.
She got up and shut the window.
She sat back down.
"I'm sorry Polly."
I said.
"We don't have to talk about th-"
"No I have to."
I watched tears gloss over her beautiful blue eyes.
I held her hand.
"Listen Polly, I absolutely hate myself for what I did to you. I was drunk out of my mind. Which isn't an excuse I know. But I had been really lonely without you. I almost think I thought I was kissing you. But after that stupid, stupid night I felt guilty. So very very guilty. Now I see that girl everywhere. And when I pushed you. I thought that you were here. I'm sorry Polly. I love you so much. I need you."
She looked at me for a while. Then she slowly leaned in and pecked my lips. My lips had cuts on them, so she only pecked them.
"Thank you George. I really needed that."
She lay down in the hospital bed with me.
I stroked her hair slowly.
"You saved me George. When I fell out of the tree, even after I bad mouthed you. After you were beaten up. Which how did that happen?"
"Long story."
"You saved my life. I will never forget that. I love you to George. I just felt sick of the thought of you with other girls."
"I understand. It's really my fault."
We lay there in silence.
It was almost like we were reunited after months.
I have your now. She's safe in me arms.
I'm never letting go.
I kissed her head.
"I love you polyester."
"And I love you george."
"Y'know Paul kissed a random bloke in Germany."
Polly started laughing.
"Ok now this I need to hear."
And with that I told Polly all the hilarious stories about Germany. We laughed until I was physically unable to.
I finally felt like a large weight was taken off my chest.