Sweetest Little Show - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 14 - Burning Cage

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I woke up in a cold sweat. It had happened again. The worst nightmare of my life. It had been a long time since I had a reoccurring dream of it, but now it's happened twice in the span of a month and a bit. My whole body shook and I felt blinded by the tears pricking at my eyes. All the oxygen felt like it had been ripped from me, and I was desperately panting for air as my lungs burned.

Paul sat next to me, rubbing my back as I tried not to think about it. He held my hand the whole time, letting me squeeze it tight as I tried to keep the tears inside.

It was terrible what happened. The same things were happening as my last nightmare, only Paul was there. He watched it happen, but he couldn't stop it. Paul was locked in a burning cage, trying to escape but he couldn't. The whole time, he was telling for me to let him in, but I couldn't. I tried to, but by the time I did he had burned to death. And then it happened.

Maybe it was some symbolism. What I thought was that I wasn't letting him in. One day it'd be too late and he'd be gone forever, and that thought scared me. I didn't want to lose Paul, but letting people in was one of the hardest things for me.

"Paul," I said, my voice cracking as I held back a sob, "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry darling. I care about you, I won't run off. Please, don't think I ever would."

"You know that I like you yeah? Do I make it clear enough how much I care for you?" I asked.

"Of course you do!" Paul said. "You've made me happy, and you've given me the best feeling in the world. Don't think you aren't this or that because to me, you're everything. Don't doubt yourself."

I nodded as I lied back down and pulled the cover over me. Paul did the same, rolling over as we both tried to fall asleep. It didn't feel right yet, I still had the thoughts lingering at the back of my mind.

"Paul?"

"Yes, love?"

"Can you hold me?" I asked.

He rolled over, facing me. I felt his warm arms wrap around me, making me feel protected. Paul was like my armour in times like this. It was like I trusted him to keep me safe and secure, and keep me happy. He was who I could rely on, and right now I couldn't deny any of that.

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Ringo nodded as I told him everything. Right now, we were in the middle of the park sat on a park bench, and I was rambling on about all my problems. He could be a real good listener, he understood things and always helped. I don't know what'd I do without Ringo.

"And then I woke up and it was the most frightening thing in my life," I finished.

There was a few seconds of sounds for Ringo to think, letting us both take a deep breath. "Well was there anything you think could have triggered it?"

Another small section of silence was given as I thought about my whole day. "I don't think so. Maybe it's just telling me I need to let him in before its all too late."

"But aren't you two a thing now?" Ringo asked.

I nodded with a shrug. "Yeah, that why I can't figure out why that dream happened. I like him a lot too."