1958

john and you were dating— you had been for quite a while, and you lived in a small flat together. but recently he was getting serious with his band. they were going on tours and playing shows in clubs and you barely got to see him anymore.

the day before, he had promised you that he’d be home in time to have a nice dinner with you. so you waited. and waited. and waited. and ended up eating dinner alone. when he did finally come, it was one am, and you were barely awake, sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.

he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes as he burst into the flat, stumbling over a pair of shoes but managing to stay up-right. he had a stupid smirk on his face as he shut the door behind him, “i’m home, darling..” he said, his speech slurred and his movements sloppy. he had forgotten all about his promise.