you stared at him while he stared back at you, empty. his eyes seemed like hollow tunnels, while you gnawed on your inner lip. he had been cheating on you for about three months now and you had just found out. how could you be so blind? and here you were seated across from your jilted lover only to be getting nothing out of him.
"who is she john?" you choked, breaking the awkward staring contest between the two of you.
he remained silent. you didn't know whether to scream, cry, or curse. instead, you let out a weakened scoff, pushing your chair back. it wasn't until you threatened to stand up, when he spilled the beans, "her name was cynthia. it happened one night after one of our shows, we met and before I knew it, we were making love backstage." he admitted.
you turned around to face him crumbling at the seams, "how could you?" you cried out while john's face softened at the heartbreak unraveling before him.
"(y/n), i'm sorry. i wasn't thinking!" he responded, contemplating on if he wanted to stand up and comfort you or not.
"clearly!" you retorted, letting the tears fall sloppily.
"baby, how can i fix this?" he pleaded.
"by getting the fuck out!" you snapped.
he jumped up a bit as he hung his head low, not even pushing in his chair as he walked out the front door, leaving you a heaving sobbing mess.
YOU ARE READING
the beatles imagines
Randomjust a great big book of imagines of our four favorite mop top boys!! there will be sad ones smutty ones fluffy ones horrific ones anything basically
