Love isn't bad.

Chapter 18

Paul sat on the little couch in the flat, smiling and yet admiring this beautiful silver he had placed on his ring finger. He could feel the love with John so strong that he had never ever felt with anyone else before. No one else had ever treated him right like John did. He was always manipulated. Treated so poorly. He had become so thankful for John. Before he knew it, Paul dropped out of his thoughts about John and seen him walking into the room. "Oh hey John!" John smiled, noticing how much Paul really loved this ring. "Hey, princess. Do you like ye ring?" Paul nodded. "I do, John." John was reminded. "Haha. I know I'll hear those words on a perfect day one day." Paul giggled. "Of course ye will." Paul was living the life that he always had wanted. He knew this was what we wanted for sure. Mike was seen arriving into the room only a couple minutes later. "Hey John! How are ye doing on this fantastic morning?" "Oh just pleasant! Thank you, mike." Mike turned to Paul. "Pleasant also. And you?" Mike laughed. "Pleasant third!" Mike went to nibble on something in the kitchen while John noticed Paul zoned out and singing. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling so it goes, some things were meant to be." John smiled. "Paul?" Paul turned his head quickly. "Oh sorry, John! Did you say something?" "Well, no. Not yet. But now I am.
Where did you get that beautiful voice?" Paul blushed. "I'm not sure. Do you think it's good?" "Oh yes indeed. Hitting such high notes at the right times. You're so good!" "John. Thank you, love. But you can sing good too! Have ye heard yourself?" "Well, yeah. I don't think I'm anywhere near as good you." Paul had some feminism announced in his voice. He showed it clearly, yes. Even the hand motions with it. He expressed his feeling deep within his singing because he felt like he couldn't do it any better than talking about it. "Take my hand. Take my whole life too. For I, can't help. Falling in love with you." John sang as Paul took his hand in his. John looked deeply into Paul's eyes. "For I,
Can't help. Falling in love with you." They has gotten closer to one another. A kiss came upon them. "I love you so so much, John." "And I love you, princess." A knock came upon the door. "I'll get it, love." John said and getting up to get the door. He opened to see a mysterious-looking man emerging before his eyes. "Yes?" John asked with a strange and puzzled look. "Are you John? John Lennon?" "Well, yes." Paul had noticed this man asking and got up from behind John. "Is everything okay?" Paul asked. "Well, no. Is this your aunt?" The man which was an officer, showed a picture of Johns aunt Mimi. "Oh yes it is. Why?" The officer took a minute of silence before explaining what occurred. "Well, I hate to say it, son. But your aunt Mimi was in a tragic fire last night in her home at 11:30 pm. The cause of it was accordingly a candle she had placed in her living room, I suppose forgetting it was lit and caught something on fire, which had started catching fire onto everything along with it. We had discovered her body. We tried as best as we could to save her from this terrible,
terrible fire but it was just too late." John heard this. "What?" He was shocked. He was so shocked, he had felt his whole body to completely numb. He had a flashback when he was only a year old. ~"hey Johnny! Come in here!" John came to aunt Mimi. "Yes, aunt Mimi?" "I want you to know that if anything were to ever happen to me, that I want to give you this." She took off a bracelet that had since she was a little girl. "My father passed this down to me when I was only 10 years of age
And I always look at him to remember him by." John smiled. "I will always keep this on no matter what. I love you, aunt Mimi." "And I love you, John."~ John looked down at the bracelet on his wrist and felt a tear race down his face. "I am so sorry, son." The officer had felt sorrow for John. Paul had stood in shock behind John. He had thought it was his fault. He had felt like he had taken John away from his aunt. He started to weep and then walk away. The officer spoke. "I'm so so sorry for you loss." The officer was gone before he knew it. John shut the door and banged his head against the door. He heard Paul's crying in the distance and heard a door slam shut. John walked over to the noise. "Paul?" Paul cried even more, hearing johns voice. John repeated once again. "Paul?" He opened the door to a crying Paul lying down on the floor weeping in his hands. "I didn't think you cared this much." John felt another tear. "I do but this is all of my fault, John!" Paul screamed. "It is not, Paul! It has nothing to do with you." Paul whined. "Yes. I should've let you stayed more with your poor aunt, but instead, I took you away from her." John cried a little more, hearing how Paul felt. "Paul. No!" He placed Paul into his open arms. "Don't you ever think that. Aunt Mimi knew how much I cared about you. She loved that I was actually getting out and that I found someone who had made me happy. She liked you so much, Paul." John said every word as he was crying. "But John. I'm still so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen! You needed your aunt Mimi." John cried even more hearing that. "I know. It's hurting me so bad. But I knew aunt Mimi wasn't living the way she wanted to. She didn't show it but she wasn't." Paul cried. "I'm so sorry, John. I love you." John wiped away his tears and then Paul's. "I love you too, princess."