Photograph
Title: Photograph
Rating: PG
Word Count: 125
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles, this is a work of pure fiction.
A/N: For my personal prompt “photograph” and a little bit because Beagle_agent has said this somewhere in the comments to Lukinha_jesus's post of a while back (you know, the one about your favourite J/P picture): “I wonder if he kissed that picture like I did with my Beatles posters when I was a kid lol. I decided it was a fantastic plot for a fic.
Photograph
Which it is all about
There was a story behind the picture on John's studio's wall. Something meaningless to others, and something meaningful to him still, something worth to keep secret - although he didn't know about Paul.
Not anymore, at least. Those days were gone.
A certain kind of comfort hid behind the monotonous black and white of the picture, in the pose that reminded him of those days in an unique way, mostly because it captured everything what he and Paul once were, but not anymore.
Sighed quietly, as he remembered the days when they were still writing together and not separate in their home studios.
Whispered an even softer “I miss you”
And with that, John stole a quick kiss off a younger Paul's paper lips.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 125
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles, this is a work of pure fiction.
A/N: For my personal prompt “photograph” and a little bit because Beagle_agent has said this somewhere in the comments to Lukinha_jesus's post of a while back (you know, the one about your favourite J/P picture): “I wonder if he kissed that picture like I did with my Beatles posters when I was a kid lol. I decided it was a fantastic plot for a fic.
Photograph
Which it is all about
There was a story behind the picture on John's studio's wall. Something meaningless to others, and something meaningful to him still, something worth to keep secret - although he didn't know about Paul.
Not anymore, at least. Those days were gone.
A certain kind of comfort hid behind the monotonous black and white of the picture, in the pose that reminded him of those days in an unique way, mostly because it captured everything what he and Paul once were, but not anymore.
Sighed quietly, as he remembered the days when they were still writing together and not separate in their home studios.
Whispered an even softer “I miss you”
And with that, John stole a quick kiss off a younger Paul's paper lips.