you and john had gotten a small flat that the both of you bought with the little amount of money you had and some extra money from friends or family. you guys decorated it and made it all nice and homey, and you loved it. you were still in uni, and he was touring quite a lot, but on occasions where the two of you did have time together, it was nice to hang out there and spend time together.

however, one day, john and you had gotten into an argument over something silly,

“move out then, hm? bloody stupid staying here if all you’re going to do is complain.” he said, standing in-front of you with a cigarette in his tense hand. he always thought everything was your fault— he was never in the wrong, in his opinion.