john never knew his mother until his uncle's death when he saw her at the funeral. since then he started to see her often and you had even met her a few times too.

unfortunatley good things never last and she ends up passing. whilst his uncle's death wrecked him his mothers just about tore him apart.

he sat in the dining room eyes rid rimmed and glassy as he stares at nothing whilst smoking a cigarette. you were in the living room with his friend paul and he started playing a guitar. john was all kinds of upset and mad and he stormed in there and having no idea how to work with how he's feeling he starts yelling and punches paul. your hands rush to your mouth shocked as you quickly stand up to get some tissue and an ice pack. after handing it to him you follow him outside.

"john wait!" you call doing a little run to catch up to him. as soon as you do he wraps his arms around you tightly and cries.

"im sorry. i was just getting to know her! shes not coming back!" he sobs.