Alive | Starrison [✔️]

23

Don't fuck this up. George scowled. Might be a little too late for that, Paul.

He went up the familiar path that led up to the tree.

"You actually listened to me."

"Well, hello to you too, George." Ringo chuckled. He was resting against the tree bark, knees up to his chest. Sighing, he closed his eyes and leaned against the tree.

The wind was blowing, making the leaves scatter and fly all around them. They crunched underneath George's boots as he walked up to the other.

"You okay Ringo?" He murmured, eyes on him.

His blue eyes opened. They were a bit paler than usual.

"M'fine." He mumbled, a little smile forming in his lips. "You shan't worry about me, George."

"Why not?" He asked, sitting beside him.

"Because." Ringo laid his head on his bony shoulder. George noticed dark circles forming around his eyes.

"Let me guess," He lifted him up a bit, making him frown in confusion. "You haven't been sleeping well?"

He nodded. "Had to stay up all night to earn money for my mum's meds." George noticed he was shivering a bit. His shirt was thin and worn out, totally not protecting him from the cold wind.

George sighed took of his black coat and wrapped it around Ringo's shoulders.

Ringo blushed. "W-What are you doing? You'll get cold."

He gently laid his head on his shoulder. "You should've slept in, Rings. But instead... you're here with me."

Ringo yawned. "I wanted to see you..." He dozed off, eyes closing.