alright guys, so here's my first one shot about mclennon.
i worked a lot on it so it will be rad if you share with me your thoughts! 🌸
this was written from paul's point of view. enjoy x
"Ask me why?"
"Stop it"
"I said I love you! And I'm always thinking of you!"
John smiled at me and opened his arms.
He waited for my hug.
Completely ignored what I just said.
I didn't laughed or smiled and I wasn't ready to give him a hug.
I just stood there in the corner of my dark room and looked at him.
John replaced his smile with an angry face.
A really angry one.
"What's your fucking problem? Can you stop being depressed all the time and just smile for once? Or have a laugh? Is it that hard for you to wake up in the morning and be thankful for being alive?"
He talked to me in aggressive way which made me feel uncomfortable and unsafe.
John waited for my answer but he didn't know that he left me speechless.
His words hurt me like a knife and I felt weakness all over my body.
We stared at each other and I noticed how John's eyes becoming red from tears.
He was desperate and upset, it broke my heart into pieces.
I looked at his cap breton corduroy which bring me back flashbacks from glory days.
1965.
His face is very innocent and young, and he was wearing all black.
John came over me and hugged me gently.
He finally left is ego behind.
I felt his tears stream down on my left shoulder and I couldn't help but crying.
"I can't"
I whispered to John's ear.
My voice was shaking just as my body.
John looked at me and wiped my tears.
He put his hands on my waist and walked me slowly against the wall.
"You have to forget about me"
He whispered.
"But I don't want to!"
I immediately yelled.
I'm full of pain and I need him.
"Life goes on, just leave me. Please" He begged me to do something I can't.
"So I don't want to live anymore. Not without you"
I responded with all honestly and it shocked him.
"I.."
John mumbled.
"Paul my dear I'm so sorry"
He said and shed another tear.
John run his hand through my hair and hugged me again.
He laid his head on my shoulder, closed his eyes and rub my back slowly.
It calmed me down.
"Don't be sad. Just like I said before, live goes on. Keep working on your solo career, be nice to everyone and stay away from bad things, you know what I mean"
Yes I did.
And John knew exactly what I'm going through.
"Okay"
I lied.
"Goodbye"
He whispered to my ear,
and faded away.
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I found myself lying on the cold floor.
I looked up at the ceiling and tried to get up but I couldn't move from some reason.
My body was frozen and I was so confused.
That time, I had no clue where
I was lying and what the time is.
What the year is.
I didn't knew where's John.
But now I know everything.
It was 33 years ago, in my room, 4am, 1982.
I remember that night.
My room was smell of cigarets and I kept wondering where's John and what happened to me as I'm lying on the floor.
"Where did he go and why he left me?"
I asked myself.
Suddenly, I had a strange feeling like I need to look at the right side and that's what I did.
I saw next to me a picture of John and I was surrendered by many drugs.
Then I realized that it all was just a cruel illusion.
John is dead, and I took drugs again just to see him.
