In the evening, we ate at a lovely tofu place down the street.

"Oh, the sky is beautiful," he commented. It was an amazing sunset of orange, pink and red.

I rested my head on his shoulder. "Not as beautiful as you are," He laughed and kissed my head.

~~~

We walked to the park, hand in hand. Suddenly Paul stepped in front of me and hugged me tightly like a life depended on it.

There was a loud bang and Paul squeezed me tighter. I hadn't seen the shooter but Paul did. I gasped and looked up at him.

"Wha-what happened? Did they miss?" 

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and softly whispered, "No,"

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. His knees gave way and he fell to the ground. I dropped down beside him as a pool of blood spread over the ground. His breath became ragged and his hand shook as he reached for mine. People all around us scattered and two or three called an ambulance, though they couldn't possibly get there in time. Paul was going to die.

"No, Paul..." I whispered, trying to see him through my tears. My heart was beating out of my chest.

He gripped my hand for as long as he could. "Nancy....take...take care of yourself..."

He closed his eyes and his grip loosened.

~~~

A/N: The moral of the story is, not all stories have happy endings. Hang on to the people you love and don't let go.

Written in loving memory of Linda McCartney and John Lennon