Paul's been gone for less than ten minutes, but worry swarms over me.
I run out of my house and go to his. Like always, his front door is unlocked.
I find him just as he's opening a bottle of alcohol.
"Paul!" I gasp in horror as I snatch the bottle away from him. He looks surprised to see me.
"How did you know that I was..." He trails off without finishing his question.
"Paul," I sigh. "You were doing so good, what happened?"
"Life, Estelle. Life happened."
"What in the world does that mean?"
"Life decided to kick me in the ass and say 'fuck you,' so you know what? I'm saying 'fuck you' right back."
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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...
