Crazy For You | Starrison [✔️]

Seventy two

"We need to find him. We need to..." John wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, letting out a shaky sigh. "Fuck, we need to find him, Paul."

"I-I'll get rid of the pictures." Paul said, his voice wavering. He bent down to pick up the scattered photos, flinching everytime he looked at them. "George was---"

"Don't." John snapped. "Don't you fucking mention that psychopath's name, Paul."

"George used to have a beautiful camera. I was the one who gave him that camera." Paul said, ignoring him. "He would love to take pictures of, well, everything. Especially Pattie." He whispered the last part.

"Was it expensive?"

Paul turned. "Pardon?"

"Was it expensive?" John repeated. "The camera?"

Paul let his words sink in.

"I had gotten it for his seventeenth birthday," He felt tears sting his eyes. Paul blinked them away. "I never really knew what kind of pictures he would take with it."