Time dragged along ever so slowly. Day by day I watched the hours tick by on the clock. I really had no one to talk to. My mom still hadn't written back to me since I sent her a letter a few weeks ago, and I didn't even know Cassie's address to mail her anything.

I was starting to get lonely, sitting and staring at the blank walls. One of the housekeepers suggested I go into town and treat myself to some new clothes.

I thought that would be a good idea. I hadn't gotten out of the house for days, mostly because I had nowhere to go. I was never really good in social situations with people I don't know, either. But I pushed myself to do so.

I drove into town with my newly acquired license, since I was now living in England, and made my way to a little town nearby.

I got out and closed the car door. As I stepped up onto the sidewalk, I noticed a penny on the ground. I'd been in need of some good luck. I bent down to pick it up when suddenly-

WHAM

A man tumbled over me and spilled his coffee everywhere.

I immediately jumped up and ran over to him.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I asked.

He slowly got up and wiped off his no longer clean suit.

"Uh, yeah I-"

As soon as we made eye contact, he stopped talking. We stood there awkwardly for a few moments until I broke the silence.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I think I should be asking you the same questions. I mean, I tripped over you. What were you doing down there anyway?"

"Picking up a penny..."

"For what reason?"

"I've been needing some good luck."

He chuckled,"you Americans..."

I rolled my eyes.

"Speaking of American," he continued,"what are you doing all the way across the seas?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Just... because. You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't."

"Just tell me."

"I'd rather not be laughed at."

"I won't laugh. I promise."

"Ok..."

I took a deep, long breath.

"I'm dating Brian May," I finally said.

"And that is...?" He asked, not knowing who it was.

"The guitarist for Queen."

"The band? The Rock band?"

"Yes."

I could see him trying to hold back his laughter. He started again.

"I don't believe you."

"See. I told you you wouldn't believe me."

"That's not what I was expecting though!"

"But it's true."

"I won't believe it till I see it."

"But he's on tour right now."

"And why aren't you with him?"

I opened my mouth to answer but nothing would come out. I didn't want to tell him. It was a bit embarrassing.

"It's a long story. I don't want to talk about it." I finally answered.

"Why not?" He asked, moving closer to me.

"I just don't, ok?"

He could obviously tell there was something wrong as I began to get a little choked up, holding back tears.

"Hey, are you ok? I didn't mean to-"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered and cut off his words.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. But as we stood there, he wouldn't let go.

"Um..." I started.

"What? what is it?" he asked. Then he immediately looked down at our hands clasped together. Then he chuckled and added,"big deal."

I didn't know what to do. my mind was frozen. We soon started walking and went into the nearest diner. We sat down, but didn't order anything, just staring at each other. He was talking, though. I just wasn't answering him.

"I give up," he finally said,"are you always this quiet? I'd think that you of all people would be talking!"

I gave him a puzzled look and asked,"why would you say that?"

"Because apparently you have a boyfriend in a famous rock band, I suppose. And that's why I don't believe you."

I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look outside the window. In my peripheral I could see him staring. But I continued to gaze out onto the streets, watching all the busy people walk by.

I then felt his warm hand on my chin, turning my face toward him.

"You know, I never got your name. I'd really like to know," he said softly.

"Eleanor..." I whispered.

"I couldn't hear, love. Please speak louder."

My eyes widened at his sudden boost of affection toward me and then I blurted out,"Eleanor. My name is Eleanor."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. My name's Daniel. You can just call me Dan, though," he smirked.

I blushed and then turned away again. I hadn't gotten any attention like this for a few weeks. But I knew it was wrong. I loved Brian. Yet, my mind was so clouded I couldn't even think straight. My mind started to wander as he took my hand again and led me out to his car. We drove to a nearby park and headed out into a dense forest of trees and tall grass.

"You like nature walks?" he asked, pull me along. My mind was still trying to process at the moment and I again didn't answer him.

"I'll take that as a yes," he giggled.

We made our way to the middle, I was guessing, because there was no trace of roads in any direction.

"You know, Eleanor," he stopped us from walking any further,"I like being alone sometimes. Don't you?"

I nodded slowly. I was starting to get worried because, as far as I could see, we were the only ones around. Thoughts of Thomas filled my mind and I started to panic. Soon, tears filled my eyes and I was sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong, Elle?" he asked, actually sounding concerned.

I didn't say anything but rather pulled him in for a kiss. As soon as we pulled away, immediate guilt struck me, straight in the heart.

Without saying a word, I jumped up and sprinted away as fast as I could. I ran back to my car, crying all the way there, denying help from people walking along. I went straight home, almost getting into a few accidents on the way there. Then I immediately went up to my room and cried myself to sleep in hopes of calming myself down.

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I woke up the next morning, still feeling as terrible as yesterday. A pang of guilt still in my every thought.

These feelings went on for weeks. Every day continued to get worse as worse. I needed to tell Brian what I had done wrong. But he wasn't there. I wanted to call my mom for advice but she didn't have a phone. I wished I could vent to Cassie. But I didn't even know where she was. I couldn't even send her a letter because I didn't know her address.

I was so alone, without anyone to talk to. I became less motivated to do anything and sat around doing nothing. I was beginning to hate myself more and more everyday.

That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I knew what to do.

I knew that Roger had a gun hidden somewhere in his room. He always bragged about it. I went in and rummaged through all him belongings.

I searched in his closet and there I found it. A small handgun. I grabbed it. I started to tremble as I loaded it up. Then I started to cry when I wouldn't pull the trigger.

"I can't do it," I repeated over and over.

Then I heard a click behind me. I jumped at the sudden sound and then turned towards the open door. There I saw Brian's face with an unexplainable expression.

"Eleanor?" He whispered, his voice shaking. It was probably all he could get out.

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Just as I was about to burst into tears again, Brian immediately rushed by my side, took the gun from my hand, threw it across the room, and cradled me in his arms.

He rocked me back and forth as we both cried together.

"I'm never going to leave you again." he whispered in my ear."I love you too much to leave you like this."

I could feel Brian wave Freddie, Roger, and John to go away as they stood in the hall.

Then he immediately wrapped his arms around me tighter and kissed me gently on the cheek and nuzzled his face into my neck.

We stayed silent for hours and eventually fell asleep on the floor together.

I had no idea how I would explain this all to Brian. But I was relieved to finally have a friend back with me.

A/N:

Hopefully summer will be better with me being active and all. This fic is almost over, too. Then I'll just be working on my JPJ one. Hope you enjoyed this very suspenseful, climactic chapter!