years?
He
heard Debbie’s voice in his head: ‘You’re Selfish’
But
look what happened the minute he did something selfless, he argued back to
himself. Juliet hadn’t even been grateful for his advice, let alone pleased to
see him. He could hardly be blamed for the paper’s decision to make a story out
of one offhand comment.
An
image of Debbie shaking her head floated before him. The scraping led of his
blunt pencil blotted her out.
What,
what happened to the girl?
What, what happened to you baby?
For
a single second she had looked happy. For a single second the same girl, who
had loved him with every bit of her heart, and told him so every day, had stood
before him. The same girl he’d promised never to leave, and the one he’d been
thinking about every day since.
More
than just thinking about, a voice echoed from somewhere deep inside his mind.
In that first moment the time between them had disappeared. The feelings he’d
shared with the journalist had reared out of nowhere, crashing in his head like
two brass symbols.
Then
the moment had vanished and reality had hit him. The pixie blonde with a smile
that reached to the edges of her face, and the craziest clothes he’d ever seen
had changed. That first split second had been a terrible trick of the mind, disappearing
at the same rate as his resolve.
After
that first second had past, Guy had looked at the woman in front of him. Her
slim frame hidden behind dark overalls; her long brown hair tied back. Even the
set of her face seemed different somehow.
If
it hadn’t been for the startling green of the doe-eyed stare he remembered so
well, he might have believed that an imposter had taken over her body.
The
Juliet he had known would never have laughed at him with a sound so hollow it
chilled him to the bone.
She
had changed almost beyond recognition, but why?
The
question surprised him. He had a feeling he knew the answer, but before he allowed
his thoughts to travel further towards it; the pencil in his hand began moving
again.
Where,
where did you go?
Where,
where are you now?
If I could win back the years, I would stop the tears
‘Years
too late.’ She had thrown the words at him like a dagger.
Guy
felt a stab of guilt twist in his gut. He had made so many mistakes. Had he
really thought seeing her again could undo anything?Juliet had moved
on, she couldn’t have made that clearer to him. She had done more than just put
the past behind her; she had buried it twelve feet under. So why did he feel so
hell bent on digging it up again?
It’s
not like he didn’t have his own life to lead. A successful life at that. His
first single at number one; an album ready to be released; a sell out UK tour
lined up for the summer; not to mention a string of endorsement offers from
people who finally wanted more than just his face on a magazine cover.
As
if in agreement, his mobile vibrated from the passenger seat next to him. The
name of his publicist flashing up at him.
‘Hey
Sonja.’
‘Guy,
where have you been?’ Sonja’s shrill voice jumped from the phone.
He
moved his hand, widening the gap between his ear and his mobile.
I’ve
been looking for you for ages.’
‘Really?
Why?’ he asked
‘I’m
outside your flat ringing the doorbell.’ As if to prove it, Guy heard the
familiar buzzer of his North London flat. ‘We scheduled a meeting last week,
remember?’
‘Shit,
sorry Sonja I totally forgot. I had some personal stuff to sort out; I’ll be
back in an hour. Can you hang on?’
‘Personal
stuff? Guy, are you keeping something from me?’ she quizzed in a soft purr.
‘Nothing
for you to worry about,’ Guy replied, cursing himself for saying too much.
Sonja
had the uncanny knack of dragging every last piece of information out about
someone and finding a way to twist it into sales figures. An amazing talent,
but not one he needed at that particular moment in time.
‘I
won’t be
He
heard Debbie’s voice in his head: ‘You’re Selfish’
But
look what happened the minute he did something selfless, he argued back to
himself. Juliet hadn’t even been grateful for his advice, let alone pleased to
see him. He could hardly be blamed for the paper’s decision to make a story out
of one offhand comment.
An
image of Debbie shaking her head floated before him. The scraping led of his
blunt pencil blotted her out.
What,
what happened to the girl?
What, what happened to you baby?
For
a single second she had looked happy. For a single second the same girl, who
had loved him with every bit of her heart, and told him so every day, had stood
before him. The same girl he’d promised never to leave, and the one he’d been
thinking about every day since.
More
than just thinking about, a voice echoed from somewhere deep inside his mind.
In that first moment the time between them had disappeared. The feelings he’d
shared with the journalist had reared out of nowhere, crashing in his head like
two brass symbols.
Then
the moment had vanished and reality had hit him. The pixie blonde with a smile
that reached to the edges of her face, and the craziest clothes he’d ever seen
had changed. That first split second had been a terrible trick of the mind, disappearing
at the same rate as his resolve.
After
that first second had past, Guy had looked at the woman in front of him. Her
slim frame hidden behind dark overalls; her long brown hair tied back. Even the
set of her face seemed different somehow.
If
it hadn’t been for the startling green of the doe-eyed stare he remembered so
well, he might have believed that an imposter had taken over her body.
The
Juliet he had known would never have laughed at him with a sound so hollow it
chilled him to the bone.
She
had changed almost beyond recognition, but why?
The
question surprised him. He had a feeling he knew the answer, but before he allowed
his thoughts to travel further towards it; the pencil in his hand began moving
again.
Where,
where did you go?
Where,
where are you now?
If I could win back the years, I would stop the tears
‘Years
too late.’ She had thrown the words at him like a dagger.
Guy
felt a stab of guilt twist in his gut. He had made so many mistakes. Had he
really thought seeing her again could undo anything?Juliet had moved
on, she couldn’t have made that clearer to him. She had done more than just put
the past behind her; she had buried it twelve feet under. So why did he feel so
hell bent on digging it up again?
It’s
not like he didn’t have his own life to lead. A successful life at that. His
first single at number one; an album ready to be released; a sell out UK tour
lined up for the summer; not to mention a string of endorsement offers from
people who finally wanted more than just his face on a magazine cover.
As
if in agreement, his mobile vibrated from the passenger seat next to him. The
name of his publicist flashing up at him.
‘Hey
Sonja.’
‘Guy,
where have you been?’ Sonja’s shrill voice jumped from the phone.
He
moved his hand, widening the gap between his ear and his mobile.
I’ve
been looking for you for ages.’
‘Really?
Why?’ he asked
‘I’m
outside your flat ringing the doorbell.’ As if to prove it, Guy heard the
familiar buzzer of his North London flat. ‘We scheduled a meeting last week,
remember?’
‘Shit,
sorry Sonja I totally forgot. I had some personal stuff to sort out; I’ll be
back in an hour. Can you hang on?’
‘Personal
stuff? Guy, are you keeping something from me?’ she quizzed in a soft purr.
‘Nothing
for you to worry about,’ Guy replied, cursing himself for saying too much.
Sonja
had the uncanny knack of dragging every last piece of information out about
someone and finding a way to twist it into sales figures. An amazing talent,
but not one he needed at that particular moment in time.
‘I
won’t be
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