Sophie's POV

The new house in London is nice I suppose but it isn't as homely as my old one and it took some adjusting. Over the next month Paul and I talk on the phone some and we write to each other, it was the best we could do, and it was all that we could do.

I tried to make friends at this new school I'm going to but none of them are anything like Molly, John, George or especially Paul. They're all prissy and annoying snobs who talk about the nice things they own and the little they do for an allowance, the allowance I get is nothing compared to theirs. Sitting with them at lunch is almost unbearable as they talk about the classical music they listen to, how they talk about politics so strongly, how this weekend they get to go to some fabulous play where the tickets are ridiculously priced. I don't fit in with them in the slightest, hell I don't fit in with any groups at this extravagant school full of kids whose parents have these high end jobs and who get to go to France during Christmas break. I miss the simplicity of how it was at the Inny; the casual, comfortable talks we had at lunch about the new Elvis record, the new film at the theatre, how excited we would get if we got the chance to go to the carnival in Blackpool. I miss the effortless laughing at our lunch table where everybody was comfortable with each other and I miss the jokes George would crack out of nowhere. Everybody knew everybody at the Inny and London, London is such a spanned out town with such variety, variety i don't like. I'm some poor girl from up north that got thrown into this school, and town, with these wealthy, stuck up kids who have everything paid for by their parents. Life is so different here, it's all new and I hate it. I hate the complexity of everything here; the large population, the unfamiliar big town, and having no friends. I talk to Molly and George on the phone too along with Paul and I miss their humor and how lively they are. I miss Liverpool, I miss the Inny, I miss my old house, I miss the familiarity of the town where I was born and bred, but most of all I miss Paul, my Paul. It gets harder every day to be so far away from him and to not be with him. I'm afraid we'll end sooner or later. I'm actually surprised we've made it a month and I doubt we'll make it another.

Today was not a good day at the preppy school I go to, with the ridiculous uniforms and rules that I have to follow, it's all so much worse than the Inny.

I find my journal that Paul bought me, which I write in some times but I don't want to use it up, weird I know but it's just a thing. While flipping to a new page I come across already filled paper in the very back of the hardcover journal bound in red leather with a buckle on it. It's something in Paul's writing and I smile at seeing his cursive and it reads:

Feb 27 1958

Soph,

I don't know when you'll read this and knowing how observant you are I'm sure it won't be too long. I bought you this journal the day after we saw it at the boutique because I was afraid somebody else would purchase it and here I am writing in it. Tomorrow is your birthday and the day after that, you leave. You're moving to London and I still can't comprehend it, I don't want to accept it. You're my girl, my love, and you're leaving me. I'm so tired of these great things and great people happening in my life and then getting taken away. You're about to get taken away from me, my mum got taken away from me. I know how selfish I sound but you make me so happy and I can't, actually I don't want to accept that you're leaving. I don't want to think that Monday when I go to school you won't be at our lunch table or in my history class last period. It'll be two months for us on the uh 15th of next month and two months has felt like 10 in my mind because of how close we've gotten. I don't know what you'll be doing when you read this, where exactly you'll be, when you'll read this or what mood you'll be in. I hope things go well for you in London and that you make some nice friends that treat you how you should be treated and treasure the time they get to spend with you because I'd take spending time with you any day. I hope that we'll see each other one day and soon, because I know it'll be hard for both of us. Sophie, I honestly don't know if we'll make it or not or what's in store for us. I hope that today, whatever day it is for you, that you're having a great day and that most of all, you're happy.

Love, Paul xoxox

I wipe my tears away and set the now closed journal on my bed stand and I lay down and cry. I miss him every day, all the time of every hour and I'd do anything to see him.

"Hey Soph." I hear Paul's voice on the other line of the phone, days later after school.

"Hi Paul, how're you?" I ask while I fiddle with the buttons on my shirt.

"I'm good, how're you love?" he replies and his voice sounds a bit off.

"I'm uh alright." I respond and I exhale a breath.

"I um need to talk to you about something." he states and I nod to myself.

"What about?" I ask shakily as I'm scared for what he'll tell me.

"This isn't working Sophie, I don't think we should be together anymore." he informs me of what I don't want to hear and I nod while tears stream down my cheeks.

"Okay." I reply in a broken tone.

"I'm sorry Soph, I just can't do this anymore because it's too hard." he explains sadly and I sniffle and wipe my tears with the cuff of my sweater.

"That's fine, I understand." I respond while the tears continue to flow and i'm trying to hide my crying but I doubt it's working.

"Sophie-." he starts in a sad, apologizing tone but I cut in.

"It's fine Paul, both of us knew this wasn't gonna last long anyways." I state and I hear his sigh.

"Sophie darling, please don't." he pleads and I shake my head.

"Goodbye, Paul." I conclude and hang the phone up before he can argue and I go up to my room, where I always am nowadays.

AN: Thoughts on the breakup? I'm sorry to leave you with these sad parts, but i can assure you it isn't the end for them two! Leave your reviews if you wanna.