you and john loved eachother. you had been dating for ages now, and married for long, too. you had children, and a nice house. sure, you had problems. and maybe worse than usual couples, but you still loved eachother.

however, this nice little life of yours got turned upside down when one day, a group of crazy beatlemanic fangirls attacked you and beat you up extremely for dating john, making you have to stay in a hospital for a long time, and ever since, you had stopped speaking.

you had gone mute.

you didn’t know why. no one did. and it confused john, a lot. no one knew the full story of that day because, well, you didn’t speak anymore, so you couldn’t explain.

sure, sometimes you’d say a small word, but that only happened every few months, usually even more. it worried john, and it worried your children. but you all had grown used to it by now.

one night, you were laying in bed with john, him spooning you from behind, his head buried in your shoulder. your kids were asleep in their own rooms. it was a normal night. “goodnight, baby. i love you.” he murmured into your soft skin, closing his eyes.