But Only on My Own (Starrison)

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~Now I'm all alone again/nowhere to go/no one to turn to/ without a home without a friend without a face to say hello to~

A/N This is a difficult lyric to write for, so I put those two together.

-RINGO'S POV-

I sighed as I closed and locked the door to my flat.

We had spent another day recording and I could collapse from exhaustion.
I'm all alone again.

I proceeded to take off my jacket and shoes and turn on the light. I squinted at the sudden brightness in the room, and looked at the face of my watch, reading the time 10:42 pm.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass cup from the cupboard and filled it with water.

I stood there for an long time, just thinking. My mind soon wandered off to George, who I had thought of frequently lately.

Everything about George was perfect. His eyes, his teeth, his hair and - oh how I wanted to run my fingers through it. Just once.

I can't be thinking about this. I'm not queer. I never have been. But George was different.

Maybe you are queer. I thought.

It's wrong. It's illegal. It's stupid. He'll never even think about any of this. He's got his eye on some bird. He's so straight it hurts.

Get over it, your little crush won't last. I thought.

It's too late to call him, or anyone else for that matter. There wasn't anyone to talk to. Nothing to take my mind off the man who filled my head and wouldn't get the fuck out.

I sighed once again as I set the glass in the sink, and walked upstairs to get ready for bed. With these thoughts, not much sleep would be happening.

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A/N: So that's the first chapter, I'm not entirely sure where this is going.

Anywhore, I'd love it if you'd give me feedback about the story and my writing.

I recommend if you listen to On My Own, listen to the one by Lea Salonga.

Thanks for reading, anyways.