We lay like that for awhile, chest to chest with our legs intertwined.
"You're so beautiful. I love you," he smiles softly.
I try to smile back, but all of a sudden, emotion overcomes me. I sit up, holding the blankets to my chest as I begin to cry.
"Estelle?! What's wrong?!" Paul asks, alarmed. He sits up too and holds me close to his chest. He tries to comfort me again and again, but it's not working.
Nothing is working.
"D-Do you know how hard it is—" I gasp, my breathing heavy and rapid between my tears.
Am I having a panic attack?
"Do I know how hard what is, darling?" Paul asks. He begins to play with strands of my hair in a feeble attempt to comfort me.
"D-Do you know how hard it is...t-to love a m-man who doesn't even love himself?"
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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...
