Paul McCartney is your ex boyfriend. You had everything; a house, a dog, an engagement, and it was all thrown away, just like that.

You guys were still living together, but slept in separate bedrooms. It was all a lot of you, so you’d find yourself out often; to get out the house, not be reminded of your breakup with Paul.

You thought he didn’t care about your relationship, but he did. He just could never show it infront of you. When you were out one night, he found himself doing things for you like he used to; laying the tables, making two sets of dinner, making your old bed where you both slept.

He’d realized what he’d done and internally cursed at himself. Why was he doing this? He just gave up and sat himself on the sofa as he tapped his thigh with his fingers, staring into space. He was waiting for you to come back for some reason, he had no reason to. After all, you guys were finished.