John pressed kisses on your forehead, whispering in your ear how much he admired you. Embracing you, afraid that you’ll disappear in his arms.

His eyes slowly opened, Revealing him alone in his tent. The memories of you leaving John came rushing back to him.

Leaving his tent, watching you sing along with the gang, chattering with Arthur while cuddling him. He stood there, his body filled with jealousy and regret.

He lost you. It was too late to get you back.