1960

you and john were moving in together.. properly!! he had told you he had rented a fancy flat— clean and big and something you’d love.

he knew you’d want something good— you had your life all planned out. you actually knew what you wanted, unlike him. you aimed high.

john led you to the house, his hand over your eyes. you were sort of in a mood— earlier the two of you had gotten into an argument over marriage..

but he was trying to make it up to you.

finally, john unlocked the door with his new keys, and did took his palm off your eyes, stepping to the side to let you see.

“it was cheap as fuck, baby. a bloody bargain!” john exclaimed.

you stepped inside. it stunk badly of rotting.. things, and the walls were all mouldy and holey. it was dirty everywhere and there were bugs and old furniture and.. it was just not what you were expecting, after all john’s build up.

you knew the two of you weren’t well off, but he could’ve found something a little better, right?

“hey, what’s wrong? this is bloody perfect, i don’t know why you’re all sulky.” he said, nudging you.

“come on, the upstairs is even better.” he said, taking your hand and tugging on you, but you stood still.