I got a request for a geo imagine like 8 months ago and I didn't get to writing it until now

He looked down at the fragile chain in his fingers. The locket had broke, the picture inside long since fallen out and he never bothered to fix it. He kept the small image in a pocket in his wallet. He'd only look at it when the day was particularly hard to get through.

The party was loud in another room. Everyone was happy. The new album was a success and was on track to be their most yet. George Harrison had to reason to feel down, yet he did.

The locket wasn't his. In theory it should have been but he gave it away. He was glad to do so. He wasn't so glad to have it back.

He twirled the chain within and around his calloused fingers. He lost track of how long he had been alone. The walls around him were painted a pale yellow and the little pink couch in the corner was particularly hard to look at. He shut his eyes, feeling like a good cry was coming on.

This was the first party he had went to since she had been gone. The questions were too much. The pity made him feel slimy. The loneliness stabbed a hole through his stomach and his insides poured out every second he kept quiet.

He had kept it in for so long that the suffocation felt normal. He stuffed the chain back in his pocket, wiped his eyes and took a deep breath before plastering on a smile and heading back to the action.

this was so shitty lol I'm sorry better days are coming I promise