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A lot of liquor.

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"You don't have to be on your own." - xsomething

Pattie wasn't necessarily desperate to have a child just yet, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't want one. Her relationship with George was at this point beyond confusing and difficult and each time they had sex or did anything she hoped she'd end up pregnant and that it'd bring them closer, back to what they were.

Recently her mother, in her usual intrusive manner stated her own concern for grandchildren from her eldest daughter and told her to go and see a GP, again. Which Pattie did and this doctor didn't sugar coat anything, which to an extent she was thankful for, but it just made things all the more difficult. He gave her some clinical fertility drug to try to hopefully boost her chances of getting pregnant which for a while she thought was working but much to her dismay, her period came again, even though she hadn't had it for more than three months.

Pattie told everything to Jenny, her unhappiness at home, George being cold and distant, everything that had happened with the doctor and that she was in fact not pregnant. Pattie planned on leaving for a few days to go spend some time at the Bahamas on her own, a trip she had planned earlier for she and George but George told her he wasn't interested in going, so Pattie canceled his flight but rescheduled hers for the following day. Jenny must have told everything to George since sure enough he was at her door, one which she had locked.

At his words Pattie scoffed lightly, muffling a sniffle with the sleeve of her sweater. Glancing in the mirror she checked her eyes, which were puffy of course. Pattie would not be opening the door any time soon. "What? Are you going to be with me then?" She said, sarcastically. George recently had been much more interested in his music and whatever apple secretary or other female he brought home in the middle of the night, if he decided to come home. Pattie realized she needed to go out of the room to get some of her things from the bathroom across the hall and groaned lightly.

Opening the door and shoving past George she walked briskly to the bathroom, getting what she needed. "It's not a matter of having to be on my own, it's wanting to.. And I've done it enough these last months to be bothered." She said as she walked back into their room, trying to swing the door closed, though George caught it before she could of course. "I'm suffocating here George and I just need time." She said lightly. "Either way, I planned this trip months ago, I'm just pushing it up." She said, closing her bag once she had everything she needed and sitting beside it on the bed.

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“I just wanted…to kiss you good-bye.”

When Pattie had woke up that morning, George was gone, probably up to the studio. She couldn't decide if that was best or if she wanted him to be there when she got up. She supposed it was for the best. Pattie packed her bags, mainly just clothing and the things she might need, she'd come for the rest of her stuff later on. After having tea, saying a tearful goodbye to her home, Friar Park and to she and George's cats. As she was walking through the house, working up the nerve to say goodbye to George he appeared at the doorway.

For a while he didn't say anything but looked so sad, Pattie felt tremendously guilty but needed to leave, her mind was made up. For a few moments they just looked at each other until Pattie just couldn't look any more, if she did she'd start crying. Since George wasn't saying anything she went to get her bags, turning away from him for a moment.

“I just wanted…to kiss you good-bye.”

At his words Pattie paused for a moment, setting her bags down gently before turning towards him and nodded lightly. Wordlessly, George approached her and Pattie closed her eyes. Lifting up her chin he kissed her softly at first before it grew increasingly passionate from both of them. The seconds and minutes blurred together but after a while Pattie pulled away, though longing to kiss him for longer. With a shaky breath she wrapped her arms around George, burying her face in his chest for a moment, just taking all of him in for one last moment. "Please.. Take care of yourself and stay safe." She said, somewhat pleadingly. Pattie couldn't live with herself if George didn't take care of himself or if something happened. "I love you so much George." She said, more quietly now, before letting go of him and stepping back. "I left Jenny and Mick's number on your desk-- If you need anything feel free to call." Pattie said, now turned away from him to get her bags. It felt odd to be leaving, it almost felt like she'd just be coming back in a few days but Pattie knew that wasn't true. The cab honked from outside and Pattie sucked in a breath, grabbing all her bags.

She couldn't bare to look up at him as she left, but paused for a moment after she'd passed him. "Goodbye George." She murmured quietly, knowing that he'd heard, before walking out the door with a very full heart.

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“You don’t…have to leave. Please.”

When Eric came to see both she and George at Friar Park he took Pattie aside and pleaded with her to leave George, to be with him instead. The powerful, passionate, desperate confession felt like they'd been alone together for hours. Pattie felt swamped, lost and confused. She had to make choice.

Eric left that night for his American tour sure enough by the time everyone was gone, George was up in his studio once more. Pattie went up there and pried him away from his music to tell him she was leaving, for once, saying exactly what needed to be said. That they were leading a ludicrous and hateful life and she was going to be going to live with Jenny and Mick in Los Angeles.

Pattie was in bed but very much awake by the time George came in, she couldn't and wouldn't sleep. When George joined her in bed his words pained her, words so simple but she could feel the sadness in them as they laid there.

She closed her eyes, trying to keep from crying to no avail. She laid there silently for a moment, not trusting her voice to speak right away. "I can't stay George." Sure enough her voice broke slightly, how could it not?

"I'm leaving in the morning." She wanted so desperately to stay, to believe that George would make things right again, that they could love again but wishful thinking didn't do her any good these last two odd, sad years. Pattie wished it could however.

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xsomething replied to your post “[[MOR] when u see a post but dont kno if its for/about u or...”

whispers if it's mine yee you said you wanted angst >.>

yES IT WAS U omg but i wasnt sure i was like 'i think it me but idk if it actually me' and didnt want to make a fool out of myself bECAUSE I DO THAT OFTEN ENOUGH ALREADY

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