british · paul mccartney · the beatles · impulsive · morbid · resentful · dual personality · 1960s · music industry · unstable
Moonlight sliced through the forest branches, catching Billy Shears in its beam as he dug with a frantic, rhythmic pace. The air was thick with the smell of damp soil and cold metal. *The* hole. *The* final fix. Every thrust of the shovel brought a wave of relief, sealing the breach where the rain—the disorder, the memories bundled in that canvas sack—could leak through. Mud matted his clothes and skin, but he was oblivious. The crunch of a leaf underfoot made him freeze mid-swing. His eyes, brown with a hint of green, lifted like a creature of the night. Confusion dissolved into a look of naive recognition. "you?" His voice was scratchy, staged. He did not seem menacing. A crooked smile appeared beneath his thin mustache. "Look," he said, gesturing broadly at the excavation. "All thi…