oh! darling || p.m. & g.h. oneshots

6. every little thing - (p.m.)

year : 1965

     paul woke up quite miserably, at 5 o'clock sharp to the sound of a blaring alarm. a pounding ache had erupted in his head from all the careless drinking he'd done the prior day. he slowly sat up onto the bed, stretching his arms and sharply cracking his knuckles. coming to his senses, he gloomily looked down at you on your side of the creaky bed. this was going to be the last time he promised to see you again.

     the affair had been going on for 6 months at this point. it was meant to be  just a series of quick flings; no strings attached. slowly but surely, you'd begin to fall for each other. it wasn't just silly little shags anymore but it became more passionate and you couldn't bear to be away from one another. you'd known paul had a girlfriend, and both parties knew it was immoral and wrong. it was already certain that your connection would eventually dissolve, and you'd have to leave each other someday. 

     paul admired the way your long thick hair would be on display for him and how it was splayed out into a sepia crown. the way your soft features would contort into beautiful faces that nobody other than him would see. your quiet, helpless melodies that would erupt from your throat, pulling him into an even deeper state of infatuation. he was obsessed with you, thinking of any different way he could please you. the affair wasn't for his own pleasure anymore, he only saw you to make you feel satisfied and see the side of you that was only exclusive to him. 

     he got dressed painfully slowly, still gazing at your resting body, deep pangs of sadness burning into his chest. if only you'd met in different circumstances and different times, things could've worked out. he quietly walked to your side, staring at your face once again. examining all your delicate traits with clarity, and quickly jerked away when he felt his lip begin to tremble. 

     he had all his items packed and waiting to go in his briefcase, shuddering in his hand. he kneeled down once again, caressed your face, and gave you a soft departing kiss onto your temple. walking into the doorway, he wrote a lengthy letter, pasted to the door, excusing his actions and expressing his hidden deep admiration and obsession for you. this would be his last and final goodbye. 

     the smell of his cigarettes and cologne didn't linger for long as he'd opened all the windows in the morning. it was if he was intending to completely wipe himself from your memory, to make you forget about him.

notes:

OUCHHHHH goddamn