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P.S. Today is Carrie Fisher's birthday! ^_^ For those who don't know who she is, she played as Princess Leia in Star Wars! ^_^ Happy birthday, Carrie Fisher!

P.P.S. or P.S.S. Carrie Fisher is the daughter of singer, Eddie Fisher, and actress, Debbie Reynolds! And Carrie used to be Paul Simon's wife. Paul Simon of Simon & Garfunkel.

Eleanor's POV

"Eleanor! Eleanor, wake up!" I heard my mother knocking on my bedroom door.

I slowly opened my eyes, and I had the sunlight on my eyes. I stretched my arms and legs, and lied down on my bed for a while. I looked around, and my room was unusually bright, and…empty. I swore, Paul was lying beside me last night. I glanced at the alarm clock, and it was eight in the morning. I saw a small piece of paper leaning against the bedside lamp. I picked it up, and read the note.

I'll see you at the port by nine, Eleanor.

Paul

I set it back on the table, and let out a sad sigh as I rubbed my forehead.

"Eleanor, wake up!" my mother knocked on my door again.

I slowly stood up from my bed, and I opened the door to see my mother standing before me. She was dressed nicely, and her hair was tied in a neat bun. Just looking at her made everything seemed awkward after last night.

"Get dressed, and have breakfast with us, dear," she said.

"Can you take me to the port before nine?" I asked her, holding back my tears.

"Why?"

I couldn't hold them anymore. Those tears were about to drop from my eyes. I covered my face with my palms, and started to cry.

"Eleanor, what's wrong?" she asked, sounding very worried.

"They're going to Germany," I sobbed.

"Who are going to Germany?" she asked.

"Paul and his…band," I sobbed even harder.

She wrapped me around her arms, and stroked my hair gently.

"It's okay, dear."

"I'm going to miss him so much," I cried on her shoulder. "He...he's going to be away for such a long time!"

She held me tighter. "Won't you send them letters?" she asked.

"Yes, but sending letters isn't enough," I said while looking at my mother. "I won't be seeing him everyday."

"What will they be doing in Germany?" she asked.

"To perform, what else?" I asked.

She sighed, and nodded her head. "Alright, I'll take you to the port, Eleanor," she said.

I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, mother."

I wiped the tears away from my face, and she let go off me. I nodded my head, and walked back in to my room to get my clothes. I wanted to look good for Paul...but not that good, though. Maybe I should dress in black? No, it would seem like I'm going to a funeral. How about some bright colors? Yes, bright colors.

After I was all set - had breakfast, and all - my mom drove me to the port, and we arrived just a few minutes before nine. I saw Cynthia and Dorothy standing in the wooden dock of the port. They were both dressed in dark colors, as if they were going to a funeral. They greeted me when I got off the car, and approached them.

"Morning, girls," I greeted them back as I put my hands inside my jacket's pockets. "How are you this morning?"

"We're all right..." said Cynthia with a smile.

"But we're sad about the boys' departure," added Dot.

"We're all sad about it," I said with a smile. "But, they will write us letters. You, girls, will receive lovey-dovey letters, I suppose."

"I'm sure, you will, too, Ellie," said Cynthia. "I just don't understand why you and George aren't going steady already! I can see it in both of your eyes that you love each other! You know what? To be honest, every time I see you and George looking each other in front of me, I wanted to push you and him, so you both can kiss already!"

Dot chuckled softly, and covered her mouth with her palm. "I agree with you, Cyn," she said, still chuckling.

I only stood there, looking at the two girls with a straight face. I wanted to tell them that I didn't have a crush on George, anymore. At least, that's what I thought. George looked more handsome now...taller, more mature, and more handsome, yes. But, I'm not sure if he fancies me or not. I wouldn't even care, anyway.

A few minutes later, we saw the boys walking down the docks while carrying their cases for their instruments, and their suitcases. Paul went to Dot, and John went to Cyn. George, Stuart, and Pete were giving their instruments cases and suitcases to the captain of the ship. And then Stuart came to me with a smile on his face.

"We're going, now, Eleanor," he said to me.

"I know," I said with a managed smile. "I can't believe it!"

He unexpectedly pulled me into his warm embrace, and I rested my head on his firm shoulder as I hugged him back. I was holding back the tears. I wouldn't be back into his warm embrace for quite a long time. We both didn't know when I'd be back in his warm embrace.

"I'm going to miss you, Eleanor," he said as he let go off me, and we looked at each other.

"I'm going to miss you, too, Stuart," I said to him without the smile I had. "Very much. Please, don't forget to send me letters!"

"Of course, I won't forget," he said, and planted a kiss on my nose. "I'll see you, again, soon, Eleanor."

"Bye, Stuart." I said softly, and then he went in the ship.

And then I said my goodbye to Pete, and he gave me a quick peck on the kiss. Now, I often get kisses from boys. I couldn't understand why. And then it was George's turn to say goodbye. He stood before me awkwardly, and he let out his hand for me to shake.

"Goodbye, Eleanor," he said to me, "I'll try to write you letters."

I didn't shake his hand, but I hugged him instead. Oh! I'd always wanted to do that to him. And it felt so right to hold him tight. I didn't want to let go off him.

"Goodbye, George," I said, tears forming on my eyes. "I'm going to miss you...very much."

I let go off him, and we looked at each other.

"I'm going to miss you, too," he said shyly, his cheeks were showing a bright shade of pink. I found it terribly cute whenever he's shy. "I'll see you soon."

And John bade me goodbye, and he ruffled my hair with a laugh. He told me to be a good girl, because boys nowadays fancy good girls, because they could turn good girls into bad girls. I only laughed, and gave him a quick peck on his cheek, and bade him goodbye.

And then it was Paul's turn. I have to say, it was the saddest farewell. I immediately cried when I saw his face. I was missing him already, and he hadn't go to Hamburg yet. He told me not to cry, and he told me we would meet again. I begged him to stay, and don't go. I even held both of his arms, so he wouldn't go. But I let go off them when I felt Mike's hand on my shoulder, and he said he would take care of me and his dad. I cried on Mike's chest when the boys went in the ship, and it began to move. And then I heard Paul saying:

"Goodbye, my loves! Goodbye!"

Paul's POV

Dad was driving us to the port. The car was very full. There were dad, Mike, Stuart, John, Pete, George, and I. It was a good thing that none of us were fat.

I looked at George, and I saw a sad look on his face.

"What's the matter, George?" I asked him. "Aren't you glad and excited that we're finally getting out of dreadful Liverpool?"

He nodded his head slowly, and looked out the window. I'm worried about him some times, you know?

A few minutes later, I could already smell the fresh seawater. My heart was pounding. I couldn't wait to leave Liverpool! It would be very exciting in Hamburg! Lots and lots of German girls!

"Look over there! I see the girls!" said John with a grin on his face while pointing at the girls, who were dressed in dark clothes—except for Eleanor, of course.

She was standing beside Dot and Cynthia. She was talking to them, and their hairs were gently blown by the breeze.

Dad stopped the car, and we walked out of the car. We took out our suitcases, and music instruments out from the baggage. I walked towards Dot with a smile on my face. She smiled at me back, and planted a kiss on my lips when I held her. I saw tears forming on her eyes.

"Oh, don't cry, love. Cynthia isn't crying," I said, and we looked at Cynthia. She was hugging John while crying really hard on his shoulder. We looked at each other, and shared a laugh.

I gave my suitcase and guitar case to the captain of the ship. The others followed what I did. I walked back to Dot, and gave her a hug and a kiss.

"I'll be coming home again to you, love," I said with a smile.

"Until the day I do, love," she continued, and chuckled.

I gently poked the tip of her nose. "P.S. I love you…you, you, you," I said with a grin.

She smiled. "I love you, too, Paul."

I walked to Cynthia, who was still crying.

"Cyn, don't worry. John will always write to you. And he'll miss you very much." I said to her.

She nodded her head, and wiped her tears with a napkin. "Have fun in Hamburg, Paul," she said, and gave me a hug.

I walked to Eleanor, who was standing alone.

"I guess this is it, Ellie," I said. "We're finally going to Hamburg."

She nodded her head. "Oh, well, Paul, have fun there in Hamburg," she said with a smile.

"Come here, Eleanor," I said to her.

She walked closer to me, and I hugged her tightly—I didn't and wouldn't care if Dot were watching me or not. She hugged me back, and started to cry. I let go off her, and looked at her comfortingly.

"Please, don't go, Paul," she begged.

"I have to, Ellie," I said. "I'll be back, though. I promise ye."

She wiped the tears away from her face, but they kept on falling.

"Come on, Paul! We're going now!" said John from the ship.

"I have to go now, Ellie," I said. As I was about to go, she held my arms real tight.

"Paul, please."

She let go off my arms when Mike held her shoulder. I looked at him, and pursed my lips.

"I'll take care of Eleanor while you're gone, Paul," he said to me.

"Thanks, Mike," I thanked him with a smile and a nod. "Take care of dad, too."

"Of course."

"Bye." I said, and walked to the ship.

I stood on the deck with George, John, and Stuart. The ship honked, and dark smoke was in the air. I saw Eleanor crying very hard, and Mike was still holding her.

"Goodbye, Eleanor!" I said out loud as the ship started to move.

She was still crying, but she was hugging Mike this time. I bet he felt happy when she hugged her. Yes, Mike was still in love with my Eleanor. I looked at George, and there was a sad look on his face. I set my hand on his shoulder, and gave a little laugh.

"It's sad to see those girls crying, don't you think so, mate?" I asked.

He nodded his head, and walked away. Looks like somebody is sad!

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I think I'm going to start recommend you songs in each chapters. Yes. Starting now.

Recommended song: Voila by Francoise Hardy