"Paul?" I whisper, stepping out of the house. A cold gust of wind whips by me and I shiver, pulling my robe closer to my body.
A light is visible in his house and thoughts of when I'd found him passed out on the ground flash through my mind. I run back inside my home and run to the phone. After the phone rings a few times, he picks up.
"Hello?" Sleep is evident in his voice, but he sounds much more sober. I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank God you're okay," I sigh, not even bothering to say 'hello' back.
"Essie? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Essie...why was I in your home?" he sounds worried. "Did something...y'know..."
I gasp. "No, nothing like that! Do you not remember?"
He pauses for a moment and then, "...no, I don't."
"You...you were drunk, Paul. I'm not sure where you were at, but some people brought you over. You—" I cut myself off, deciding not to bring up the fact that he confused me as his wife. I had a feeling that it would only cause more misery for him.
Another pause. "I...was drunk? Again?"
I bite my lip and hesitate, but answer anyway. "Yes, you were."
He falls silent for a third time. But this time, his silence is permanent.
The conversation ends before I can say anything more.
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
