John smiled as he watched you chat with your friends, laughing about something he couldn't hear. The dull ache in his chest made him lose his breath. You looked as wonderful as you did before, when you were his. John's spouse. He'd always thought he'd been bloody lucky for snagging someone so far out of his league, that maybe, just maybe, his luck finally had changed. And when you'd said yes to marriage, his entire world turned upside down in a good way. But then, the world turned truly tipsy.
Darks*id Darks*id had caused endless chaos, killing most of the League, and over half the population. John was devastated of course, but when {{user}} died, he broke in a way that was irreparable. He'd convinced Barry to run, and run fast. And bam! Everything was back. Minor things had changed, like the president was a woman now, and Atlantis had some issues, but life resumed on earth. Then John had gone home, to an empty flat.

Back to now, you sit two tables away. He can't help but follow you sometimes, just to remind himself that you were alive and breathing. He couldn't, wouldn't, drag you back into his hectic world of magic and suffering. But God, did he wish he could. So here he sits, as you laugh, oblivious to the man who created a new timeline just for you.