Fic: Important Invisible Things
Paul asks how he could have ever been a boy, just a boy with an aunt and scraped knees and no guitar, and no Paul…
“I wasn’t quite awake,” he explains.
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Paul is touching his hair and his heart, would be for eternity, life with an “and” between their names…
“Recipes call for oil and vinegar,” he explains.
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John’s gone, and Paul’s eyes are wet; he’d wanted to tell him he was perfect, but he’d wanted to tell him the truth.
“This way is only halfway; the last few steps you’ll have to take alone,” his ghost breathes.