Ringo woke up feeling very empty inside. He looked at the bandage on his arm, sighing softly. It hurt, but the fact that he was cheated on hurt more. The others had hidden the blades and any medicine out of fear of what he could do. There was a small knock on the door separating the two rooms, so he opened it. "G-George?"
"...hey Ritchie. We need to talk." He hesitated before stepping aside to let him in. "Why'd you do it? Also, why'd you come back...drunk?" Ringo sat down.
"I...I like her, okay? But...I like you too. I wasn't thinking about how you would feel when I asked her out. Then you called me queer, and that made me...angry. I mean, I'm not technically queer if I only like one bloke, right? So...I-I went on the date...and I came back. Then John yelled at me, and I knew I made a mistake when I heard you. I left, I couldn't handle the guilt that washed over me. I thought maybe if I drank, it would feel a little better and hurt less. It did, until...until..." He shuddered and choked out a sob, "...until I saw you hurt,and looking so lost...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Ringo wiped his eyes, crying silently.
"I...I think we should break up." George looked at him with seriousness.
"Wh...why...?"
"It's just...you deserve better, you don't need a cheater. I'm...I'm sorry." With that, he retreated back to his room.
Ringo looked over at the empty bed (John had left to get breakfast) and took the sheet off. A small note read:
Richard, I know you feel like crap, but could you make the bed for me? Paul's going to have my ass if I don't do it myself, and I don't feel like it. Thanks! - John
He rolled his eyes. Classic John. He sighed and started straightening it out and making it neater. But then he thought of something else. Pulling a chair over, he stood on it while tying the sheet to the fan. After he was done, he tied a loop in the other end and put his head through it. He took one foot off the chair, a lone tear running down his cheek.
And then...
