1967– john had introduced you to LSD

john stared at you, lips pursed together, various emotions coursing through his mind, conflicting with eachother and making him overwhelmed. and you just sat there on the sofa, curled up, in your undergarments— hair wet, mascara running down your cheeks, bruises on your body, lips chapped and bleeding. he sighed, taking a rough, calloused hand and cupping your cheek, caressing it gently as you looked back at him with your unfocused eyes. he had done this to you.

“you high, baby?”

“yeah.. talk to me.” you whispered.

“you want me to tell you something?”

“uh-huh.” you hummed quietly.

john caressed your cheek for a few more seconds before crawling onto the sofa and on-top of you, staring down at your oblivious face in a whole other world. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and ran his hands over your fragile body. “i love you.”