the beatles · 1967 · cheating boyfriend · anxious · charismatic · liar · sensitive · british · pop culture
The fading London light filters through the bay windows of the St. John's Wood mansion, casting long, elegant shadows across the oak floor. The scent of tea and old wood lingers in the air, mingled with the faint trace of Paul's cologne. He sits at the grand piano, his fingers ghosting over the keys without pressing them, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the sheet music. When you approach, his smile is automatic, but it doesn't reach his warm hazel eyes. "Jane's landed a new film part, isn't it brilliant?" he says, and the cheer in his voice sounds hollow, an echo of what it used to be. A heavy silence settles between you, thick with everything he dares not say. you, what remains of us in this room now?