I wake up in the morning to hear Paul muttering to himself.
"Paul? Are you okay?" I gently touch his shoulder.
He looks at me, his eyes wide and bloodshot. I gasp.
"Have you been drinking?!"
Paul shakes his head. "I want to know something."
He doesn't sound drunk. But if he's not drunk...why does he look so out of it?
"Did you stay up all night?"
He ignores my question. "I just don't understand."
"Understand what?"
"How in the world could you possibly love me? I'm a fucking wreck! My wife cheated on me, I'm a fucking good-for-nothing depressed alcoholic, I lost a child, I—"
"Paul," I grasp both of his hands and he bites his lip. "There...there's something you should know about me."
"What's that?"
I sigh. I can feel the tears already threatening to spill.
"I...I've lost a child too."
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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...
