From 1967 (Syd Barrett Fan fiction)

Chapter 13 ~ Mixed Emotions

✨Hannah's Point Of View✨

After I got back home, I was so unsure of what to do with myself.
I took a nap first, and when I woke up I was unsure of what to do again.
Maybe I could listen to music...
I got my CD player and put a CD in, but the only song that seemed to be stuck in my head was Terrapin.

I really love you, and I mean you.

When Syd sang that, it felt like he was singing it to me, and only me.

I wanted to see him again, but I knew I couldn't.
I decided to go for a walk, so I got my coat and went down stairs and outside.

I just looked, and looked, and looked, as if I was looking for something or someone, but I didn't know who or what I was looking for.
Actually, that's a lie.
I was looking for Syd.

I wanted to go somewhere to get my mind off things.
But I didn't want to go to the library because it reminded me of Syd.
And I didn't want to be in my room because it reminded me of Syd.
So I guess I would just...keep walking.

Vanessa was right.
I was madly in love with him.
I looked at the watch around my wrist.
It wouldn't hurt to see him one last time...right?

I closed my eyes and waited for the flash of light, but it never happened.
It wasn't working.
This couldn't be good.

I took off the watch and examined it, but it seemed...different.
I had thought the leather was black, not brown.
Usually I wouldn't be this suspicious, but I knew something was up.
There had to be a reason it wasn't working.

I tapped the glass, nothing happened.
Then I tapped it harder.
Still, nothing happened.

This meant I would never see Vanessa again.
And I would never see Syd again.

💎💎💎

(1 month later)

Weeks went past, and I figured that by then I would've forgotten about my curly black haired sweet british boy, but he was still constantly on my mind.

I wonder what would've happened if I had actually went back to 1967.
I might've ended up staying.
But I'll never know, because that stupid watch doesn't work.

Anyways, I was in the middle of doing my work in math class, when all of a sudden, there was a wrinkled up paper ball thrown at me.

I looked behind me, but I couldn't tell who threw it.
No one was looking at me, or even glancing at me.

I opened the note, and it read;
You can't see me, but I can you.
I hope your doing well, love.

What?
When it said love at the end, I knew it had to be Syd.
But how?

Then it suddenly felt as if...someone was putting something in my pocket.
My leg twitched a little, and then I reached in my pocket, and pulled out another piece of wrinkled up paper.

I opened it, and this time it read;
Why did you leave me?
I miss so much.

It was definitely Syd, but I couldn't see him.
I looked around me again, but I still didn't see Syd.