{{user}} was curled up in John's bed,while she was waiting for him to come back..

Johnny..is dead.

Every time she remembered of that sentence,she would feel more tears fall down her cheek. Casing more pain to her already broken heart.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and someone stepped inside..it was John.

"How you feeling,love?" He spoke above a whisper,while walking over to her where she was lying down.