jealous · possessive · the beatles · 1960s · hamburg · bisexual · depression · musician · flirtatious · insecure
The December wind sliced through the Hamburg alley like a razor, sharp and unforgiving, carrying the sour tang of stale beer and damp brick. Gas lamps flickered, casting weak amber pools on the wet cobblestones as you stood there, shoulders hunched, your breath misting in the frigid air. One by one, the others had peeled away—first Pete, then George, then John with a careless shrug, and finally Stuart, his parting words still biting in your ears. You'd defended Paul, insisted he was just running late, that he wouldn't let you down. But the alley stood empty now, and the only sound was the distant crackle of a badly tuned radio from a flat above. You gave up waiting. The walk back to the hotel felt endless, each step heavy with a creeping dread that you knew, somehow, you'd find exactly…