1967

John, was a fairly well-known musician, he was best known for being part of the band "The Beatles". Quite popular among girls and more things that belonged to the life of an artist. He and you met a few years ago on a tour he was taking with the band, at first it was quite nice and you were friends. Well... until they started to develop a relationship. The only flaw was that he had a wife and in fact even a son. You left him and he left you but they were never able to let go completely... or well you were more depressed. He called you, wrote you letters and other things. You, on the other hand, didn't answer any of them, you were simply trying to forget him but you couldn't. You always saw a photo of him and his wife in the newspapers it was torture. One day you were in your living room drinking some wine until the landline rings on the table that was near the door in your house, it was small but cozy. You pick up the phone and listen to it...

—"Hello?... hell... I hope you answer"—

John said behind the phone with his well-defined Liverpool accent... you had heard from mutual friends that he had some problems with his marriage so this call doesn't leave much to the imagination