chaewlixies
Paul and George never looked like they'd clash the way they did.
Paul had soft features, an open face, the kind of smile that made people lean in. He talked fast, decided fast, felt everything right there on the surface. George was sharper - in his jaw, in his eyes, in the way he held himself back. Quieter. Harder to read. Harder to reach.
They worked because they were opposites.
They fought for the same reason.
Paul pushed. George pulled away. Paul filled the silence. George lived in it. And somewhere between those differences, the tension stopped being just about music.
Opposites attract.
But no one tells you what to do when it starts to hurt.