P.S I love you~ Paul McCartney

My melancholy blues

Another party is over
And I'm left cold sober
Baby left me for somebody new
I don't wanna talk about it
Want to forget about it

I walked inside the house. It was silent, well partially silent. The clock was on the wall ticking personally it isn't my favorite sound, I hate that clock but Paul insist on having something hanging from that wall.

I was slumped, As I was walking upstairs I noticed two coats on the floor in the sitting room. Odd. There was more clothes nearing the top of the stairs. God please no. That when I heard the sound I dreaded to hear. There was a faint moaning coming from down the hall.
I kept walking.

Turn around.

The words I kept repeating inside my head yet a few seconds later I ended up Infront of the closed door. Our door, our room. The one he failed to sleep in for the past months.

Now the noise was louder of course. I didn't want to imagine what was happening on the other side. Yet something got into me before I knew it my hand was turning the knob. Shit. Well here goes nothing.

Or possibly everything.

The door opened. The two didn't even notice me standing there. Paul and the familiar red head shagging on the bed. Our bed. He told me he wouldn't ever go back to jane, yet that's exactly what he did, it's exactly what I was witnessing. I was speechless I felt this heavy pain in my chest.

"Oh my god." Was the only words that could come out of my mouth. But it was enough words to cause Paul to look up. His face went white, almost as if he saw a ghost. Jane looked at him and saw what he was looking at. Her face went white as well but eventually grew into a slight smirk. She wanted me to find out!

"S-sophie." He said.

I didn't notice the tears flowing down my eyes.

I didn't say anything, instead I fled. I ran down the stairs, out the door and onto the streets. It was a cold night only the crickets could be heard and the faint sound of him calling my name and some un-audible words. I ran I don't know where to yet exactly but I did. Eventually I stopped in-front of cyn and johns house. Was this a bad idea? Maybe they won't be happy about this I mean it's it's almost two in the morning! I wouldn't have to worry about waking up Julian though since he was at his grandmothers. I decided to knock.

No answer.

I knocked again.

"Coming!" Answered a voice from the other side. A few seconds later the door flew open.

"Jonesy what the hell are you doing here it's fucking two in the morning an-" he stopped talking when he saw the river of tears flowing down my face. He immediately pulled me into a hug. "Sophie what happened?"

"I hate him!" I didn't really but it was all I felt at the moment.

I wished I could forget everything that had happened.

Pauls pov:

"Get out jane." I Said coming back into the room.

"What why?" She asked.

"Why do you think! For fuck sake just get out please!" I started crying as I sat on the bed.

"Paul I-"

"Jane out!"

With that I heard the door close. I started sobbing loudly. I can't believe I did that to her.

Basically what had happened was I went to the bar and I got drunk there I saw jane and I thought it would be a good idea to get with her. I was mad at sophie for pushing me away and not wanting to be with me so I guess it was payback. I instantly sobered up the moment I saw her face, her reaction, the way the tears flowed down her beautiful eyes. I caused her that pain I felt my stomach twist.

That was the moment I knew I fucked up and now I wasn't sure how I was going to fix it.