𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝑡𝑒𝑛

j.l

i went to liverpool. to go see paul's grave. i saw flowers by his tombstone. most likely the fans.

i sat across from him like i always did.

"hey macca. seems like the fans still love you," i chuckled looking at the flowers by his grave.

"remember when we were young and we thought the band wasn't going anywhere...? i'd say, 'where we going, fellas?' you'd guys say, 'to the top johnny!' i'd say, 'where's that, fellas?' and you'd guys say, 'to the toppermost of the poppermost!'" i sighed, and my eyes teared up.

"now look at you, macca. you left a legacy here when you left. no one is ever going to forget you. you're a fuckin' rockstar! your music is the best thing that's happened to this world. mark my words, macca, you'll never be forgotten."

i leaned in and gave paul's stone a lingering kiss.

"i love you," i smiled, at peace with everything that's happened.

i got up and left, on my way back home.

The End.