Johns point of view
I open my eyes to complete darkness. I look over at the menacing red numbers reading 2:00 am. I've had so much on my mind lately, worst of all y/n has been distant. I turn over and see her beautiful face, she's fast asleep. I softly touch her cheek. I frown, she used to smile when I did this . I put my hand on her forehead and she scrunched up her face. I felt heartbroken. Why is she being like this? I haven't done anything wrong but she's barely been talking to me lately. I stroke her hair, in desperation for some attention. She huffs and turns away, pulling the blankets over her face. She can even be mad at me in her sleep. I feel like crying. I've had so much going on and all I want is to talk to her. Tears form in my eyes. Nonononono I can't cry. All of a sudden she turns and hugs my middle, whispering " I'm sorry John"
I'm sorry this was really short and it wasn't very good
