Paul's point of view
As soon as they left, I turned to Marianne. She had a mix of expressions on her face, but I think the dominant ones were shocked and relieved, and maybe she did seem lost.
"Did they—well, y'know—hurt you?" I asked, feeling it was a delicate conversation.
"Well... Yes, not at the moment, but they did," she answered, looking down. I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. They dared hurt her in whatever way they did, and I felt a sudden anger consume me. I don't know if she felt it, but she put her hand on my arm.
"Is it—would it be alright with you if I asked what exactly happened?" I softly asked her, hoping I wasn't hurting her in any way.
"What?" she replied, somewhat lost, so I added, "What did they do? To hurt you, I mean."
Without any words, she showed me her cheek. I hadn't noticed at first, but there sure was a scar—barely visible, but still... I guess it was something like a bit less than an inch long, somewhere in between her left ear lobe and her mouth corner. I wonder how they did this to her.
"Maybe—maybe we should sit, don't you think?" I suggested, and she nodded. Once we sat down, she explained to me what had happened. Before I could say anything, a boy arrived.
"Marianne? Are you fine?" He asked, and Marianne motioned for him to sit with us.
"Yeah, I'm good, John," she said once he sat down.
"So, your name's John?" I asked. Once those words left my lips, I realised how stupid that sounded. Surprisingly enough, he smiled and nodded.
"Sure is. And what's yours?" he asked me.
"I'm Paul," I replied kindly. Then he seemed to hesitate before saying something, as he opened his mouth, then closed it, but he must have changed his mind, as he said it in the end.
"Is "sorry" enough so that you forgive me for last month?" He asked, looking down shyly.
"You didn't know me then, so I never got mad about that." I answered honestly.
"John?" Marianne said, "I think we should go."
"So, maybe we could meet here again next week?" the boy asked, to which I nodded. To that end, they left their side as I went to my house.
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Something Else-A Beatles' Story
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