This is quite short sorry...
The next day arrived...Paul felt sick to his stomach, he was filled with anxiety. He was standing there at John's door with blood red roses and a small card. Paul knocked on the door, but there was no answer, he knocked again, still no answer, he considered leaving since he thought John wanted nothing to do with him. But he noticed that the door didn't look fully shut, he pushed it open with his hand and welcomed himself in. He instantly got granted with memories he had in this very house. He walked up the stairs, tracing his free hand along the handle of the staircase, Paul quietly peeped his head through the ajar door. John wasn't to be seen. He walked inside the room. To be honest, it looked like a wreck. Paul saw a note that was on John's bed. He started to read it.
Dear Paul McCartney,
If you ever read this letter, this is what I want you to know.
I'm no longer here, Do not search for my body please. You were like a brother to me but you were also like a lover. You were the only one that could cure my miserable times.
Don't worry, I forgive you because I love you, you were the only one I truly ever loved, but Paul.
You didn't feel my passion...
Yours sincerely, John Lennon
I hope you enjoyed this story, please comment and give me advice on what I can improve, if you didn't please tell me why as I can make my other work better. Sorry if this wasn't as emotional or romantic as you would like it. Thank you.
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You didn't feel my passion.
Short StoryJohn is the stereotypical schools 'bad boy' and Paul is the kind, charming kid. It was john's last year at school and Paul's second to last year and they never spoke a word to each other and when they did, things started to turn around... (This cont...
