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George sat in silence a few minutes after his little conversation with Eric. He tried to read his book but got too distracted thinking about his family. Was Ringo able to fall back asleep without him? Do the kids know that he's gone? All of these questions in his head kept him from focusing on the book.
After awhile the pilot came on the speaker and told all of the passengers the safety rules. George had been on numerous flights so he didn't really need to listen, but he did anyway to keep his mind off his thoughts. Once the pilot was done talking, the door to the plane officially closed.
Well no going back now. George thought to himself.
George felt the plane move and shifted in his seat. He looked out from the window where the outside world was. George desperately wished that the plane would not move from the ground.

But all of his hopes were diminished when the aircraft started down the runway. Then in a split second, the plane swiftly launched off the runway. George watched as his home town got smaller and smaller, and then eventually disappear.

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When Ringo finished putting Zak and Lee back to bed, it was four in the morning. Zak and Lee refused to go back asleep. They said that they wanted to get a head start on waiting for when their father gets back.
Ringo felt terrible telling them that it would be awhile before their dad returns.

Ringo climbed into bed and pulled the  blankets over himself. Usually Ringo would passout cold the second he hit the pillow and George would happily tuck the both of them into bed himself.
Ringo sighed and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. Ringo layed down in complete silence. There was no sound of soft snores next to him. No sound of his heavy breathing on his neck. The silence reminded Ringo that George was simply not there.
Ringo quickly realized that he didn't like the quiet so he turned on the lamp and tried to fall back asleep.
Ringo felt empty and incomplete without being in George's warm embrace. Where was George's head on his shoulder? Where was George's hand intertwined in his? Where George's little smile when he was having a good dream? Where was George's embrace so strong it felt like he was never going to let go?

Ringo sat up and ran his hand through his hair. He looked around the dimly lit room, his eyes falling on various pictures of him and George.
Ringo groaned and put his head back down on the pillow. The pillow next to his smelled strongly of George's scent.
Ringo absentmindedly assembled the pillows next to him in the shape of another person with the pillow that smelled of George. Then he pulled the blankets over them and put his head on one of the pillows. He wrapped his arms around the pillow and hugged it tight smelling George's scent. Ringo slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

About an hour later Ringo opened his eyes and realized where he was. Ringo was still in his bed. Ringo was still there without his George.

Ringo sat up and rubbed his eyes, being exausted both mentally and physically. He didn't know what to do anymore.
Ringo picked up his phone from the nightstand and dialled the first contact. He hoped whoever he called wasn't angry for calling them so early in the morning.

"Why the hell are you calling me at five in the morning?!". It was John.
Ringo grimaced at the sudden yelling in his ear. "John?" His small voice croaked out.

The line was silent for awhile and Ringo thought that John hung up on him. But Ringo didn't hang up because he had nothing better to do. He was desperate.

"Rings is that you? Are you alright?"

At the sound of John's, normally loud and sarcastic voice, suddenly soft and soothing voice Ringo's breath hitched and he gasped for breath as the tears poured from his eyes.
"I-I"

"H-Hey don't cry. Rings don't hang up me and Macca are coming over." John said matter of factly.
Ringo caught his breath and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Okay John." He knew there was no point of arguing with John.

Ringo got out of bed and sat on the couch as he waited. Then he heard a knock on the door and he hung up the phone.
When he opened the door John and Paul almost knocked Ringo over with their big hug.

The three of them stood there embracing eachother as Ringo sobbed into John and Paul's arms. The two of them comforted Ringo and whispered soft things like "It will be okay." and "Everything will get better."

"I can't- I can't. I just can't do this without him." Ringo whispered with pain in his voice.
Paul rubbed circles on Ringo's back. "Let's just take this one day at a time okay?"
Ringo nodded sadly. "What would we do for today?"

Paul smiled reassuringly. "How about we binge watch whatever show you want and we eat all the ice cream you have?"

So until the sun rose, John, Paul and Ringo watched t.v. and ate ice cream until their stomachs hurt.
Ringo could feel his eyelids getting droopy. He head fell onto Paul's shoulder and his eyes closed.
A few minutes later Paul whispered. "I think he fell asleep."

John rolled his eyes. "Yeah at six in the morning."

"I don't want to kiss you goodbye- that was the trouble- I wanted to kiss you goodnight."
Ernest Hemingway

Oh how I despise school.

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