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August 31st, 1969
I think I'm gonna be sad. I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad is going away.
Paul sighed as he saw a scene he was desperately hoping he wouldn't have to see. The train station he walked into was completely deserted, save for a man staring at the tracks, his back towards Paul. Paul called the man's name and quickly rushed over to him. Placing a hand on the man's shoulder, Paul said his name again.
The man took his eyes off of the track to look at Paul for one second, but quickly returned his attention to the rails.
"She's gone," he said quietly.
"Aye," Paul said.
The man nodded slightly. He remained frozen where he was. After a few minutes, Paul broke the silence by saying, "C'mon. We better get back."
The man looked up, his eyes bright and hopeful. "Do you think she'll-?"
"No," Paul said almost immediately, "I don't."
"Ah," the man said, the light suddenly gone from his demeanor, "I reckon you're right."
"C'mon," Paul said, and left the station with his crestfallen friend following behind.
She's got a ticket to ride. She's got a ticket to ride.
She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care.
AN: So, there's that! The beginning of my Beatles story. I'm warning you right now, this is complete AU, and there will be a lot of factual inaccuracies. A lot. You'd probably be better off thinking of the Beatles as fictional characters with this story, no joke. If that bothers you, I apologize. Anyways, the next chapter will be up shortly. I typically don't update very fast, but my brain is overflowing with ideas for this story, so who knows what will happen? I'd love to hear your feedback, so please review!