I had decided I needed to go back to London that same day, knowing I was only hindering their time in India. I needed the space, at this point I wasn't sure what I wanted, they had clouded my judgement past knowing.

Of course, I hadn't told anyone but the people at the ashram yet so there could be an arrangement so I could be flown home, I didn't want to be talked out of it because my mind was made. I was leaving tomorrow.

I really didn't want to hold the blame of their failing relationships anymore though I knew I contributed. However Cynthia and Jane talking about me like I was the evil one when John and Paul were both fully grown men themselves did not sit right with me.

That's why before I'd completely packed up and called it, I wanted to have a last jab at Cynthia and Jane for putting the blame on their relationship problems on me alone.

That night when they were having another bonfire, I put on makeup I'd brought not thinking I wouldn't use it and decided on wearing my shortest flowy mini dress.

This night is where my infamous nickname or rather, where the infamous song came from, John would later tell me.

I had stayed away from everyone for the day, and boy did I have some writing material.

I had become a bit tipsy before I left the bungalow however to loosen my nerves, so to say the least I was, loose.

"Sadie." Mal had noticed me first among the crowd looking worried.

"Mal." I smiled to him, seeing out of the corner of my eye others turning their head toward us.

"I'm sorry for yesterday." He looked extremely embarrassed.

He should be, I thought, he had made a move moments after complaining about Paul and John for doing that exact thing.

"No no, that's fine." I let out a small laugh stumbling over my own feet slightly which were bare, seeming to have forgotten them in my tipsy state.

"No, I'm really truly sorry, it was completely-"

"-Mal, shh-" I laughed putting a finger to his lips with a small smirk, feeling John's staring at me seeing his interest peaked from the corner of my eye.

"-it's alright." I smiled widely, trying my best to give a flirtatious look knowing I was being watched.

I watched his confused yet somewhat intrigued expression as I retracted the finger from his lips, grabbing his hand and continued toward the circle of people dragging him along with me.

I sat myself down on one of the logs next to Mal, who was still very confused though seeming to go along, maybe because he could tell I was tipsy or maybe because he liked me. I smiled leaning back and listening to the songs being sung for a moment.

I could still feel some stares, so I moved my eyes over to where John sat, realizing his eyes were still burning holes into me.

"Hi" I mouthed looking up at him from behind my eyelashes coyly, knowing exactly what I was doing.

He raised his eyebrows behind his rounded glasses surprised by the way I acted, knowing Cynthia and Mal were near, but neither were wasn't looking, at least not yet.

I smiled sitting up straight leaning into Mal's ear and asking him to grab me some more of the smuggled booze they'd brought in.

None of the ashram people were 'round, the nights were kind of free for the music aspect of the trip, though booze would be highly frown upon if they knew.

My eyes scanned the circle, past John, falling on Ringo looking miserable, poor sod, he's already had enough and everyone could tell.

My eyes met George's for a moment who had a certain longing in them. That was new, but I suppose we did have a moment back at the party at John's, I'd admit. He had been the busiest at the ashram with spirituality I had barley gotten a word in with him.

I was left alone for a moment before I felt someone sit down beside me, Paul.

"Sadie, can we have a chat?" Paul asked looking me over slightly distracted from what he wanted to say as he noticed my state.

"Well, yeah, talk Paulie." I leaned into him with a lazy grin.

"You want to leave?" He inquired crestfallen, looking like a lost puppy dog.

I had been tattled on.

"I-" I stumbled slightly, taken aback, "-Paul, I don't really know what I'm doing 'ere. I feel like I'm not here for why you said I'm here." I explained, seeing his lips draw into a thin line.

I looked at him wide eyes, bowing my head somewhat out of embarrassment.

"Suppose we lost track." He nodded slightly, understanding what I was trying to say.

"I miss when it was simple, the studio, I-" I drifted off seeing his eyes sparkle remember the simplicity of it, and our chemistry when we were making music together.

"How bout I show you the song I told ye' 'bout yesterday? I haven't been drinking like I can tell you have, y'know." Paul smiled getting up, extending out a hand for me.

I could tell this was a tactic to get me to stay, but my mind was made. I did want to hear the song though.

I sucked in my bottom lip and took his hand, barley pulling myself up. Mal would be disappointed when he got back, I suppose.

I didn't see Jane, however Cynthia and John were both watching us leave the group, me waving at the two of them. Cyn didn't like me anyway, I didn't have much to loose.

"It's not completely finished, but I thought maybe you'd like it, I don't think the lads would for us." Paul spoke as we had just sat down on the porch, Paul's guitar in hand.

"Goodbye, an original by Paul McCartney, take one." I put my hands up pretending like I was holding a film camera, rolling the tape.

Paul rolled his eyes with a grin amused, beginning to play the song.

"Please, don't wake me up too late, tomorrow comes, and I will not be late-" he sung sweetly, causing me to lower my hands and grin, seeing him look up to me for a moment and smile at how pleased I looked.

"-Goodbye, goodbye, my love, goodbye." He had continued on focusing on the chords.

As he finished I was at a loss for words. I loved it, and I couldn't believe he had written it for me to sing.

"Well?" He encouraged with a grin as he set aside the guitar.

"Brilliant." I exhaled thrilled, a big goofy grin spread across my face.

"We can record it when we get back, but d'you really want to go back now?" His eyes twinkled in the dim moonlight pleadingly.

"I don't like it what this trip has done to everyone." I looked at him meekly, "I also miss my bed, and not hearing Ringo and Maureen try for another baby at night." I huffed, causing Paul to laugh.

"Well, I'll come back too." Paul seemed to offer.

"No, no," I put my hand on his knee, "transcendental meditation and all tha', don't leave on my behalf I'd feel terrible-" I began to hear footsteps approach, causing both Paul and I to see John, approaching with a sour look.

"Oh, a scene straight from Romeo and Juliet, lovely." He grumbled as he past us to stomp into the bungalow.

"D'you think he's jealous?" I laughed after the door shut behind him.

"You should probably tell him you're leaving. See if he'll let you." He spoke looking over to his guitar with a shake of his head. He sucked on his lower lip and I could tell he was just as green as John had been.

I nodded, here goes nothing.