dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #10: your beautiful- p.m🌙

1964
Insecurities ⚡️

You kept picking parts of yourself and pinning the issue with them.

Some blubber upon your stomach, some stretch marks, lopsided breasts, not much of a tiny waist, etc.

They seemed to have been evidence to why you weren't beautiful.

You cried almost every night, thinking that you'll never be the pretty models with thin figures and beautiful everything.

You tried to boost your self confidence but every time you did, you'd sink lower and lower then before.

It was one gloomy day, thunder crashing and rain dashing; you were lay upon your bed with tears dotted on your eyes, wanting to spill more.

Hopelessness had kissed you right on the cheek when you awoke that day.

And with hopelessness came with very rash decisions.

You rung up Paul and phoned him, breaking down to him that you had to break up with him. You hung up before he could say anything more.

You were on hysterics and you were obviously in a dramatized toned scenery.

10 minutes had passed and you began to regret what you did.

But you thought that getting rid of yourself from Paul would save you from severe heartbreak when he broke up with you when you two finally had sex and saw your "hideous" body.

But even before you two had sex, his eyes would probably do a scan of your body, looking you from head to toes as you wore some sort of revealing wear. And with that he would decide that he could do so much better, especially with his charms and looks.

You began to sob very loudly. You felt like a fool really. A disgusting fool.

Suddenly the ringing of the red phone began to dominate over your sobs. You were reluctant in picking up the phone but the ringing wouldn't stop which was very annoying in just a tiny matter of seconds.

"Hello?"

Paul's voice began to speak.

"Y/N open up the door."

"P-Paul..? Why-"

"Y/N are you crying? Y/N we have to discuss what just happened,in person, my love-"

"No! Your going to wrench when you see me! Paul this is hard for me because I literally adore you, I love you way too much, but we have to break up because-"

A more demanding and frustrated Paul interrupted "No! Dammit Y/N! Open up the door! I'm right outside of your house."

You howled as you smacked your hand to your mouth, trying to cover up the horrendous sound that would probably blow Paul's ear drum.

"No!" You yelled. Paul groaned. "I'm climbing in through your window!"

Hangs up.