i believe in yesterday ☽ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨

the day came when molly was supposed to go home.

a cold, rainy afternoon with practically no sunlight and only clouds. almost september. she sighed as she bent down to grab her bag of newer clothes.

she'd only bought a few dresses and stockings. a few more bras and panties to hold her over until she was going to leave, too.

inside her hotel room stick so graciously offered to pay for with the heap of money he had at all times was cleaned to perfection, and, even that was an understatement. molly liked to keep things spick-and-span most of the time. every now and then she procrastinated, though. nevertheless, the hotel room was quite clean. she didn't do much during the weeks she was there except for hang around the band and stick.

the guys weren't nearly as fond of stick as molly was. they thought he was nothing but a london big-shot who had no business but to be drunk at their clubs all the time. given, he admittedly was drunk a lot of the nights they were there.

"you think you can handle liverpool without us, molly?" john poked her exposed thigh while she bent over.

he was right behind her, sitting on the pristine, untouched bed across from hers. she popped back up and smiled. "i'll be fine for the day i'm there," she quipped. "don't you remember? i'm moving to london?"

"oh, yeah, right," he rambled. "it's just, i don't know if you'll be able to handle it... living without us..."

"i have a life aside from hanging out with you all, john," she put her dresses into a small bag and put the bag on the bed.

john grinned and fell back onto the bed. he shook his head and put it into a fluffy white pillow. "you'll still call, right?"

"we've been over this," she snatched the pillow away from him and set it neatly back to where it was.

"why do you want to become a doctor, anyway?" he rolled onto his stomach and took deep breaths.

molly sat on the bad across from him and sighed. she thought for a moment. "there's something about helping people that amazes me," she spoke softly. john could swear he could fall asleep just to her voice. "seeing a little boy or girl become healed, all because of you."

"i didn't know you liked kids," he joked, expecting a laugh, but only getting a smile.

"don't you want kids when you're older, john?"

it should've been a question he didn't want to answer since he knew about the letters, but he felt it was an innocent question. he didn't take it as a question someone who had a crush on him would ask, but one an old friend would.

"i suppose, yeah," he answered. "do you?"

"only two or three, that's all." molly said. she fiddled with the lace on the hem of her newer dress she was wearing while waiting for george to knock on the door so they could all go to lunch one last time.

"why don't you just stay here with us in hamburg?"

that seemed to be the most common factor of what people talked to her about those weeks. staying in hamburg, quitting college.

"it's not that easy," she scoffed. "i'd have to tell my mother, she'd have a fit. i'd have to get a job somewhere, and i don't exactly want to become a prostitute," molly rambled.

"love, we'd take care of everything!" john tried to persuade her.

"how? you barely have enough money to take care of yourselves anyways!" she argued.

"we could figure something out, and you won't have to worry about the money," he sat up and looked at her. "you could pick up an instrument and we could be like the travelling circus, going just about everywhere!"