Alive | Starrison [✔️]

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"Are you sure?"

George nodded. "Positive."

"You won't be afraid?" Ringo grinned at him.

George scoffed. "I'll be afraid if I were you. Now climb on."

Ringo pursed his lips.

"Do you trust me?"

"What kind of question is that?" He pecked him on the lips. "Of course I do."

George grinned. "Now hop on."

"What are you going to do? Climb up like Spiderman?" Ringo joked.

He shrugged. "Maybe." He teased with a smile.

Ringo wrapped his arms around his neck. He shut his eyes tightly as George started to climb up.

"Open your eyes, my love."

His heart fluttered at the nickname. Slowly, he opened his eyes. They were on top of the Colliseum. The sun was setting down in front of them.

"That's so fucking beautiful." Ringo gasped, awed at the sight.

George laced their fingers together.

"Not as beautiful as you, Rings."

He turned to him, cheeks as red as the sun setting.

George kissed him, placing his cold lips over his. He felt Ringo's hand grip his and the way his eyelashes brushed against his cold cheek. His heart was beating so hard in his chest.

It was fucking perfect.