This is a story, a very special story.
It's about Brian Jones, one of the Rolling Stones.
Where were you when the stars went out?
Where were you when they started to shout?
I saw you alone by the pool,
and all your friends called you a fool.
 And you were so beautiful, you were so very special,
I wish I was with you now,
I wish I could save you somehow. 
*

Delia didn't like living with somebody else. 

If she was alone, she could just do as she pleased without having to care about anybody, but now she had no other choice than to live with Brian. Brian on the other hand had been alone for so long that he was happy about the company and he nearly followed Delia everywhere. It was bad enough being dead and not having any of her things with her that she nearly could have done without him as well...

The only place he didn't follow her was the pool. She knew it was low of her, but Brian stayed away from it and whenever she asked him a more concrete question about his death, he evaded her. He clearly didn't want to talk about it and Delia wondered if there was more behind it than a simple accident?

Or maybe she was just imaging things, her death probably looked like a suicide too and Delia preferred to shower nowadays as well. It was stupid, she couldn't die, if she really was dead- she still had some doubts, but the bathtub unnerved her.  

She probably would never take a bath again or at least it wouldn't relax her anymore like it had done in the past and that at a time where she really needed some peace or maybe that was her Hell. To have a good-looking musician follow her around, annoy her and there was no way she could escape. 

Then again it was better than being locked up in this house for all eternity alone, Delia thought as she drifted on the surface of the pool. She didn't like pools much, but if it was the only possibility she could be a minute on her own, she could live with them. 

She had no idea where Brian had disappeared to and she felt a bit guilty about ignoring him, when he only was happy to be with somebody after being alone for so long.  

She sighed and decided to get out. Running away from him wouldn't solve anything, they needed to talk and find a way to accept their new living arrangement, because after all it was rather permanent.

Delia put a towel around her and went inside the house. Another advantage of being dead was that Delia no longer felt cold or even warm. The temperature was just fine.

"Brian?" She called out, but there was only silence. She tried again with the same result. Apparently he didn't want to talk to her, because he hardly could have run off. Delia decided to simply check every room for him. He had to be somewhere, however she didn't get very far. There was music, somebody playing a guitar.

She followed the melody until she stopped before his bedroom. Should she just go in and interrupt him, Delia wondered. It wouldn't be very polite and to be honest she liked to listen to it. It was calming even though it reminded her of Mark. He used to play a lot for her, his own songs, covers or some things in between she couldn't recognise. He had always been very passionate about his guitar and now interrupting Brian seemed wrong to her. 

She sat down before his closed door and just listened to whatever it was he was playing. It seemed wrong to call Brian talented, considering he was supposed to be some famous guitarist, but he definitely knew how to play. Her heart ached and her eyes started to tear up. 

She didn't want to, but the feeling was too strong.

No matter how often she had told herself in the past that she could forget about Mark, memories of him always crawled back in and she felt helpless, guilty, simply dreadful. She knew she was crying by now, even though she was still fighting it.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them as the first sobs escaped her throat. It had been too much. First she woke up with a stranger in bed, who told her later on that she had died and now all these memories of Mark that resurfaced... Delia couldn't handle the situation.

"Are you alright?" She heard Brian ask from beside her. Delia had no idea where he had appeared so suddenly from. She hadn't even remarked in her misery that the music had stopped.

He was kneeing beside her and pulled her into a hug, which only made her sob harder. Delia didn't want to be pitied by him or even be here with him. She just wanted to get home.

"I don't want to be dead," she cried. "I want to be home and not here... It's not fair."

"It isn't... I know, but at least we have each other," Brian comforted her and pulled Delia closer to kiss her forehead. She let him, even if she wanted to get away from him too or at least the part of him that reminded her of Mark.

"I-I I'm so sorry..."

"I was wreck too, when I first woke up here..." He told her sighing. "I don't know how often I took my anger out on the furniture... Then slowly I started to accept it and move on. I did a lot of things to keep me busy, but in the end I always got back to breaking furniture. I thought that was my fate for all eternity until you landed in my bathtub. I have no idea why you did, but I'm thankful, so thankful for you and you don't have to be sorry. Despised your tears you're still the best thing that happened to me in a long time."

She had to smile a bit, he was sweet. "You just remind me so much of a friend, that it hurts..."

"You loved him?"

Delia nodded. "And it's my fault that he's dead... I should have helped him, but instead I made everything worse."

"He'll probably would have ditched you if you had tried to help him..." he mumbled and curiously Delia looked up at his face. "I would have in his place and the only thing you could have changed was perhaps your guilt and I even doubt that. You probably would still feel bad about it."

"Maybe," Delia replied biting her lip, trying to keep herself from sobbing again. Brian was right, that Mark had stayed so long with her was partly because she never had disagreed with him on anything. He was free to do what he wanted and she just tagged along... The other girls he had been with were only as long at his side as they didn't demand anything more from Mark. If she had said anything, he would have left her too. Maybe not forever, because their relationship had been more than just sex, but Mark would have distanced himself from her and gotten high with somebody else. In the end it probably wouldn't have made a difference. He would have died and Delia would have felt awful. 

"And I'm sure wherever he is, he feels guilty for leaving you."

Delia couldn't hold her tears back. She turned towards Brian and buried her face in his chest. Not caring that she was sobbing all over him and neither seemed he to mind. He tightened his hold on her and for the first time since she woke up her, she was thankful for Brian.

Calming down took her longer than it should have, but then considering what she had gone through in the last few days, maybe it hadn't taken her that long. Nonetheless she felt bad for Brian that he had to look after her. Despised him being thankful for the company, he probably preferred doing different things than comforting her. 

"Thank you for before," Delia mumbled shyly. They hadn't spoken to each other in some time, Brian probably wanted her to calm down first before he started to ask her for the millionth time how the Internet worked. His fascination with it was despised being annoying immensely cute. 

"No problem," He replied and pulled her closer again and kissed her head. Brian was definitely a warm person. After Delia had calmed down a bit, he had moved her to the bed, because it was more comfortable than the floor and it might help her relax some more and it had. They still were laying in it and Delia wasn't thinking about getting up any time soon. For all she cared, she could have stayed here forever with him in. At that thought, she had to smile, because that was exactly what she was able to do now. 

In the past there always had been so many things she wanted to do, but now there was nothing left... Beside a handsome stranger she was warming up to, his beautiful house and all eternity. It might have been ironic that she first needed to die, before she started to think about settling down, but there she was, wishing she could just stay in bed with him. 

After Marc's death, she had dated a few people, but they were only distractions and she knew it. She picked them up, because they looked good and she was able to manipulate them into doing what she wanted, not because of love, but Brian was different. They were similar, even if she couldn't explain how. Maybe it simply was how he understood her without asking questions. He knew nothing about Mark and still he had helped her, said the right things and made her feel better. Maybe he had lost somebody he loved as well, Delia wondered, but didn't want to ask. Not yet. They had time for that.

Maybe this was no punishment, but a chance for both of them to get some closure, they both desperately needed. 

"I'm glad I met you..." Delia nearly whispered. "And whatever this is, I don't want it to end."

I do, however and that's why I end it right there.  lol

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I hope the story wasn't too bad. I mean it was a bit short and a bit of a random idea I got, while studying for my exams, but as long as somebody enjoyed it, I'm glad. ♡