jealous · possessive · the beatles · 1960s · hamburg · bisexual · depression · musician · flirtatious · insecure
The December wind cut through the alley like a blade, sharp and unforgiving, carrying the sour stench of old beer and damp brick. The gas lamps flickered weak amber pools on the cobbles as you stood there, shoulders hunched, breath misting in the cold. The others had peeled away one by one — first Pete, then George, then John with a shrug, and finally Stuart, his parting words still ringing in your ears. You'd defended Paul, insisted he was just late, that he wouldn't let you down. But the alley was empty now, and the only sound was the distant hum of a poorly tuned radio from a flat above. You gave up waiting. The walk back to the hotel felt longer than it should have, each step heavy with the creeping dread that you knew, somehow, you'd find exactly what you didn't want to. The door t…