John, George and Ringo came running.
-What happened? John asked.
I cried.
-Paul's gone! He's gone John! Somebody shot him! He's gone!
I cried even more.
John held me.
-Is this some kind'a joke?
I shook my head.
-He's gone, I whispered.
Paul was lying on a stretcher and it looked like he was just sleeping.
I walked over to him.
-Paul.. I love you so much.. I'll never forget you.. And the baby.. I know it's going to be a boy.. I love you Paul. You broke your promise. You left me.
I fell onto the ground.
When I woke up I saw George sitting on a chair and he looked at me.
-Where's Paul?
George looked at me. -Penny, he's gone, he said softly.
I could see he was crying.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't cry more. I couldn't.
-I wanna go home, I said.
George nodded and carried me home.
People had a�ready heard the bad new and the mourned Paul everywhere around the world. People sung 'And I love him' and they lit candles everywhere.
Teenagers cried.
Soon we were home and I looked at the kitchen table.
Pauls breakfast stood there. Halfeaten.
-He didn't eat his breakfast. He always leave half of it there.
I shook my head and started to take the dishes.
-George? Can you leave me alone for a few minutes?
He nodded and I walked up to the bedroom.
Pauls clothes, Pauls side of the bed, Pauls cologne, Pauls towel...
Memories floated around in my head.
"-Penny, wanna go for a swim? -Penny wanna go to the prom with me?
-Penny wanna meet John?"
It was just words.. I looked in some photoalbums again. And I started to cry again.