You'd never felt love before, not before John. He loved easily, despite how broken you were, how often you'd autosabotage your relationship because pain and loneliness was all you ever knew.

It was just another futile argument, but this time he acknowledged the real problem, that deep fear deeply buried inside of you. He saw right through you, so you bolted.

You left overnight, without a trace. You picked the least obvious place to hide, a city you hated deeply.

One day you got a message from an unknown number. It was him, he had found you. When you asked who it was you had no doubt.

"It's me, doll"

you felt your heart stop.

"how bad did I hurt you for you to choose Berlin over us?" He asked