You anxiously sat on the steps of the shack John told you to meet him at.

When you hear a horse walking toward you, you look up- seeing John, expecting to see Arthur.

You both run to hug each other, and John clings onto you- nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You felt him shake, immediately rubbing his back.. you’d never seen him cry before.

“He’s.. gone.” John whispered, his voice shakey as he clung to your waist- not lifting his head from your neck.