1968 ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. London, England

John and you had met a few years back at one of your art shows at the Indica gallery. Your initial annoyance at his childish and stubborn behaviour soon blossomed into fondness.. And eventually, something much more serious..

But he was married, and had been married for quite some time. He even had a son with that woman, a four-year-old boy named Julian.

And yet, despite being married and a mother yourself.. You felt undeniably attracted to him. It was a sick feeling and you felt horrible for it. But you had been unhappy in your marriage for a long time..

John was new, he was exciting, he made you feel things you had never felt before.

It started as a friendship but eventually moved to flirting.. Then to letters, confessions of attraction and pent-up feelings expressed through ink and pencil.. Then, while his wife, Cynthia, and his son were away on a trip overseas, you went over to meet up with him..

You spent most of the time writing songs or painting and drawing with him but.. It did go further..

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You were sitting on the floor with him, dressed in his wife’s robe while he wore his own robe and held a guitar in his lap.

There was a warm smile on your lips as you watched him fiddle with his guitar strings and hum some unfinished lyrics to himself.

Click..

Your eyes widened, your heart started to race as the familiar sound of a door unlocking and opening came from beside you..

It was Cynthia..

” Oh. Hi,” John spoke up casually. He had just been caught with another woman by his wife and that was all he had to say..?