>>TEAR AWAY<<

>> to remove (as oneself) reluctantly <<

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john tightened his jaw, shutting his eyes tight so tears wouldn't spill.

stupid tears.

stupid ringo.

stupid feelings and stupid decisions and---

john slid down the door, biting his lip hard as he fought back the urge to cry. but it didn't really help the fact that he was so fucking hurt right now.

fuck, he hated crying. it never really did help, it wouldn't bring anything back. then again, nothing probably would be the same after that kiss.

oh yeah. john thought numbly. the kiss.

holy fucking shit, ringo kissed him back.

and to be honest, his lips were still tingling. and he felt so torn. and his mind wandered helplessly. if ringo kissed him back, it meant...

god, this was all frustrating.

he couldn't help but feel bitter. and it was partially ringo's fault. because if john wanted to make himself feel better about this whole thing it was to point the blame on someone else.

john, who was currently deep in thought, jumped when he heard a series of knocks on the door.

"ringo," he said slowly, praying that his voice didn't sound so rough. "i said---"

"this isn't ringo, you daft sod."

he widened his eyes.

"paul?"

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this was so short please don't murder me

but hey james paul sass mccartney is here woooooooo

i was going to plan a different kind of approach for ser paul but fuck that shit