CHARLOTTE'S POV
I didn't mean to snap at him like that, but I couldn't stop it. Elizabeth was the only one who had ever called me Charlie.
He probably hates me now, I thought to myself, a tear running down my face.
He had tried so hard to be helpful, and now I had ruined it. I couldn't help but cry, covering my face with my hands as I sat on the park bench. Suddenly, I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I looked up into Paul's eyes.
"Paul, I--"
Before I could say anymore, Paul sat down next to me and embraced me into a warm hug. For some reason, this made me cry even harder.
"It's alright, Charlotte..." he cooed, running his hand up and down my back. I sobbed into his shoulder.
"Paul, I'm so sorry," I finally managed. He gave me a loving look.
"Ye have nothin' to apologize for, love."
I pulled out of his hug and looked him in the eye.
"Paul, ever since we lost Elizabeth, things...Haven't been the same," I said carefully.
"I know, love, I can see that now. I'm sorry I wasn't more aware of it."
He was acting awfully understanding, and not asking many questions. Maybe he could tell that it was something I really didn't want to get into. He stood up and held out his hand for me to grab. Facing me, he cupped my face into his big hands, giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"Why don't we go join the rest of the lads at the pub, eh love?" he asked me, a grin sneaking across his face. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Okay."
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FanfictionA young woman named Charlotte Bell is brought back into reality when an old high school lover, James Paul McCartney, enters her broken world again. Determined to revive their past and give love a second chance, he does his best to open up to her. U...
