1967

In the last year, as John's muse and lover, you had seen him slowly lose himself in his drug use.

He had become irritable and distant but no one knew the extent of his drug abuse. The only thing the fans could see was the Beatles expanding their genres and experimenting with new sounds.

The two of you had been fighting much more lately - it was having a big strain on your relationship but he refused to listen to you.

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John sat on the couch one night after a massive fight between you both. His leg was bouncing nervously while he picked at the back of his hand, his stare blank.

You sat in your bedroom, contemplating whether or not to go out there and try to talk to him again..

He didn’t want to listen to you tell him that he was killing himself, even if he knew it was true..