Dear Mr. PostMan

The dreadfull news

Anna's Point of View:

Bang, bang, bang. I knocked impatiently on Paul McCartney's door, my heart thudding in my chest. Every second felt like an eternity. Please open the door. Please, please open it. I thought, nearly bursting with anticipation when the door finally creaked open, revealing a tired, older Paul McCartney.

"Yeah? What do you want?" Paul asked, his voice sharp, a little defensive.

"Hi, Mr. McCartney," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I, uh, I need to talk to you about John Lennon. It's really important."

"I don't have time for any more questions. Go away," Paul snapped, beginning to close the door.

No, not like this.

"Please!" I almost begged, my heart racing. "I need answers. I'm Anna—maybe John talked about me?"

Paul's expression softened for a brief moment, and he stopped shutting the door. "You're the girl John was talking about," he said, his tone softer now. He stepped aside and let me in.

As I entered his home, I couldn't help but notice how strangely quiet it felt. The walls were bare—no guitars, no awards, no memorabilia of his legendary past. It was as if the former Beatle had disappeared from this place.

"You're probably surprised," Paul said, sitting down with a weary sigh. "But after John left, everything changed. I had to live a normal life. Became a teacher here in London."

"A teacher?" I asked, disbelief flooding through me. Paul McCartney—one of the greatest musicians in history—teaching children? How did this happen? "But what happened to The Beatles?"

Paul's face fell, and he gave me a bitter look. "We had everything lined up—tour, shows, all of it. Our manager, Brian, had set it all up. But when it was time to go, Brian wanted all four of us, not just three. And when John left, that was the end of it. The Beatles were finished."

"But that's not how it's supposed to be!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with frustration. "You were supposed to change the world with your music! You were supposed to be legends forever!"

Paul chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. "Well, I don't know what you're on about, but it is what it is. The Beatles, the fame, all of it... it wouldn't have lasted. Not with just the three of us."

"But you did change music," I said, my voice cracking. "You made a difference. What happened to Ringo and George?"

Paul's face tightened with grief. "Ringo... he played with a few other bands after, but then some lunatic shot him in New York. A peace protestor, of all things. No one even remembers it." He paused, wiping his eyes quickly. "And George... he died from cancer." Another tear slid down his cheek.

I reached out and took his hand, my heart breaking for him. This was too much to take in. This was the fallout of John's disappearance? The Beatles gone? Ringo and George lost? History kept things the same, but it's different somehow; I have to fix this.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I—I'll fix this. I promise."

Paul gave me a skeptical look. "And how, exactly, do you plan to fix this?"

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to steady my emotions. "John. He's here. In the present. And I think—if he goes back, if he comes home, The Beatles can finally have the career they deserve. Everything will go back to how it was supposed to be."

A tear fell down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away, my heart breaking at the thought of saying goodbye to him. "But... it means saying goodbye to him. Forever."

Paul raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"

I froze, shocked. "What?"

"You're in love with him," Paul said gently, his voice full of understanding. "And you're willing to give him up for the band?"

I stared at him, speechless, before my hand instinctively touched the locket around my neck. Paul noticed, and with a soft smile, picked it up between his fingers.

"I remember when John gave that to you," Paul said, his tone softening. "He was so upset when you ended things the way you did. Don't worry about me, Anna. You take care of John now. Whatever happened, it happened. You can't change it."

Tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop them. My chest felt tight, and every part of me wanted to run to John. To be with him. To not have to face this heartbreaking reality.

Paul wrapped me in a warm hug, but all I could think about was John. I wanted him, I needed him, not Paul's sympathetic embrace. I wanted to feel John's arms around me. I wanted his touch, his warmth. I didn't want to say goodbye.

Suddenly, I heard a voice from the doorway.

"Anna? Paul?" John's voice was low, and I turned to see him standing there, looking stunned and confused.

"John, I—" I started, but before I could finish my sentence, he turned abruptly and rushed out the door, leaving me standing there with a broken heart.

"No, John!" I cried out, but he was already gone.

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The end. Left it at a cliffhanger. Hope you guys liked this chapter. 🙌🏻👍🏻 Edited chapter.