Ringo POV.....

"I don't understand it!"

My whole body shook, as I squeezed Ellie's favorite shirt of mine that she wore to bed every night.

John and Paul sat in front of me flabbergasted, exchanging looks, them both trying to take everything in.

Paul ran his hands through his hair sighing out in utter disbelief.

"So she just left?"

I nodded tears running down my cheeks, and neck.

"No explanation?"

John asked making sure he didn't miss anything.

I sniffed wiping my nose and eyes.

"I-I just don't get why she would just leave me like that, everything was perfect."

I sighed, catching my shaking breath.

Paul shifted in his seat uncomfortably, and glanced over at John, basically pleading for him to say something.

John looked at me blankly for a moment letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Rings...."

John's voice trailed off with a hint of doubt at the end.

"Listen, I know you felt like eveything was perfect, but did she?"

My eyes welled up with tears and back of my throat burned from tension.

"Are you saying she wasn't happy with me?"

I asked my voice cracking everywhere in the sentence.

Paul and John looked at each other, immediately regretting choice of words.
Paul gulped nervously, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

"Well, Ringo, I mean think about it. The last few days before she left she was super emotional and showing so many signs."

I stood up throwing the shirt angrily at the ground.

"I asked her what was wrong! I tried my best to make her happy and be the best guy I could be for her!"

John and Paul sat uncomfortably, their eyes focused on me.

I grabbed my hair on the back of my head falling to my knees sobbing.

"What did I do to make her leave!? Why wouldn't she talk to me!? What did I do!? Please tell me what I did wrong!"

I beat my fist on the ground, clinching so hard my knuckles turned white, and veins popped out of my arm.

Paul came over to me, and sat down cautiously, fiddiling with his thumbs.

I looked up, my staggering breaths filling up the awkward silence.

"What did I do wrong Paul? All I ever did was love her, why did I have to lose her like this!?"

I sucked in a heavy breath, it only to be replaced with a shrilling sequence of sobs.

Paul bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, fighting off the urge to cry himself as he watched me let everything go.

"And I dont even know what I did, why didn't she tell me, I don't understand Paul make me understand!"

Paul shook his head, still biting his lip, he laid a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Mate, I don't even understand. But I know that she loves you."

I pushed his hand off of me and scoffed, out of frustration.

"Loves me? How?"

Paul rolled his eyes, and wiped his hands down his face irritably.

"Ringo, listen to yourself! Ellie, loves you. Didn't you say she was having a very hard time telling you everything?"

I sniffed and wiped my nose aggressively with my sleeve.

"I guess." I replied gruffly.

"Cheer up mate it'll be alright." John laid a hand on my shoulder giving me a sideways smile.

Paul nodded in agreement bending down picking the shirt up off the ground.

I looked at both of them thankful to have such great friends, but then slowly realizing I was missing one.

"Where's George?" I raised an eyebrow out of major curiosity.

Paul exchanged a look with John and shook his head.

"Oh Ringo, you aren't thinking what I think you are.. He wouldn't do that. You know he wouldn't Rings." Paul said confidently.

I nodded my head. "Yeah you're right I'm thinking crazy, my brain is just fried right now I guess." My voice trailed off.

I know George would never pull a crazy stunt like that. Plus she was probably long gone by now out of the city. But still there was something in the back of my mind that wouldn't let that thought go.

Paul cleared his throat adjusting himself in the seat.

"So what exactly did she say before she left? Let's retrace the steps, just try and focus and not lose it completely this time okay?"

I averted my eyes from Paul to the door, where just last night my life ended. "Sure." I said shrugging.

"Alright well lets start from the beginning, what did she say when she walked through the door?"

I sighed as I began to recollect the happenings of last night already stashed deep in my mind.

"Well, She walked in and just said a simple hello...or something to that effect."

I paused for a moment the feeling of tears burning my eyes getting stronger every word.

"Go 'ed Ringo." John said in an impatient but concerned manner.

Paul shot him a warning glance. John lazily rolled his eyes slumping down in the couch.

"Then what?" John said more sympathetically, Paul sighed out in annoyance.

John could be caring when he wanted to be, but after a while of this stuff he started to get fed up.

"Then.." I spoke up. "Then I asked her how her day out with Cynthia was. She said everything was great."

I breathed to speak but suddenly was cut off.

"Woahhhhh, wait a minute...." John put his hands in the air stopping all conversation.

"Ellie, with Cynthia, two days ago." John spoke out not convinced in the least.

I nodded, my thoughts from earlier making there way back into my mind. This time I was taking it to heart.

"Yeah,  Rings...that didn't happen. Cynthia never left the house the this week. Julian has been sick and had to take care of him."

My heart sank in the pit of my stomach. Anger and confusion all whipping around like a storm in my mind.

"So, so she lied to me? Not only did she leave me...she lied to me!"

"Ringo calm down." Paul chimed in calmly.

"No you calm down! After everything we went through! How can I come back to that? We always told each other the truth!"

John stood up swiftly moving next to Paul.

"Ringo! Sit down, I'm sure she had a good reason for it, everything actually!"

Paul tried to keep me contained but I just couldn't take it anymore.

I felt myself going into a fit of hysterics.

Paul and John became a blur to my vision as I dropped myself to the ground. I laid there sobbing out in grief. Pain and a sense of loneliness hitting every part of my broken heart.

And the fact that George wasn't sitting in front of me was making things ten times worse. I didn't want to believe that my best mate would be keeping something from me.

But what else was I supposed to believe?

"Ringo snap out of it!"

I felt myself being jolted up off the ground, John holding me by my collar.

"Damnit Ringo, scaring us half to death zoning out like that!" John threw me back down in the chair, plopping himself on the couch beside me.

Paul sat down in front of me giving John once again another stern look.

"You okay?" Paul said shaking my shoulder a bit making sure I was completely out of it.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I just lost it for a minute. I can't help it."

Paul nodded seeming to understand. We all sat in a dead silence the room becoming eerie.

I was already sick at my stomach and honestly just wanted to go to bed. My eyes hurt and were swollen.

And I was so tired from not sleeping the night before, no not sleeping but holding all the little things she left and crying.

My shirt soaked in tears, along with my pillows and sheets when I did decide to lay down.

I wanted to go to bed, but then remembered who wouldn't be laying there beside me. And it hurt.

"Man I wish George was here." John said flicking his cigarette butt into the ash tray.

That name twisted my insides, and I couldn't stand it any longer. I was tired of having this grudge against him.

A grudge I didn't even know exactly what I had been holding for the last hour. But it was itching me to the bone.

This was the last thing I needed at the moment, to be mad at my best mate.

I looked at Paul and John. Then quickly got up out of the chair and walked over to the phone.

I heard the two of them almost sprinting after me. I picked up the phone and began to dial.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked in an interrogating tone.

"Calling George." I said flatly.

They both grew silent as the phone began to ring.

I grew impatient as it seemed to start endlessly ringing. Finally I slammed the phone down turning around to see Paul and John hovering over me.

"He didn't answer." I said angrily storming past them.

I walked into my room slamming the door shut and locking it. Soon enough Paul came to the door knocking begging to let him in.

After a while I tuned him out as I laid down on my bed emotionless. So many thoughts running through my mind.

Why did she leave? Why so suddenly without any warning?

Did I do something? Is it my fault?

Why would she lie to me about Cynthia? Was she cheating on me, and with who?

And now especially what was going on with George, and did it have anything to do with Ellie?
**************************************************************************