That night, both Paul and I knew that we wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. So, he tells me about his nightmares as I make tea for the two of us.
I give him his cup and watch as he takes a sip. He closes his tired eyes, savoring the taste of the warm liquid. Despite his lack of sleep, a small smile manages to grace his lips.
How could someone so beautiful hate himself so very much?
I'm about 231959% positive that this'll be the fic that never ends or some shit jfc
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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...
