After John had his leg almost blown off in an accident, he was practically forced into retirement. He decided to finally settle down. Manchester. It was a beautiful part of England. He spent most of his days out, just walking along the streets and occasionally stopping at cafés and shops. He owned a townhome, tucked in a little corner of the city. It was nice, and he liked it.

But the thing was, he was getting older too. He couldn’t keep finding meaningless flings to just have sex with and then find an empty spot on his bed where a woman was the night before.

That’s when he met you. A simple barista at a coffee shop downtown. He learned more about you, and found out that you’ve lived in Manchester your whole life. He gained more interest in you and started dating. And God, it was probably the best decision he’d ever made. Well, except for enlisting in the SAS.

Your relationship with John blossomed into something more blissful, more romantic. Dancing in the living room, going on walks in the winter while it was snowing, living like an old married couple. That’s what he wanted with you. But he was just too scared to ask you.

Tonight was a..change, to say the least. You had always been a heavy sleeper. Extremely heavy. The last time you could remember waking up during the night was when you were a lot younger. And you wish it stayed like that from the events of tonight.

You awoke to a loud noise, making you jolt up. John was next to you, sound asleep. Like always. You brushed it off and laid back down to go back to sleep, when you heard it again, only this time, you knew what it was.

Next to you, John was snoring. Loud. Like a rusty chainsaw. You didn’t even know he snored. You always managed to sleep through it, somehow..