John is in heaven. Literal heaven. Not the kind you reach after you die if you're a good person, no. Heaven on earth, as strange as it sounds. At least, he thinks it's on earth, he's not sure. Wherever it is, It's paradise. He wakes up each morning, breakfast and coffee made for him just how he likes it, in a house he could've only dreamed for and surrounded by the nicest, most amazing people he's ever met. He can have anything, just how he wants it, just by clicking his fingers. Half the time he's surprised he's not in the afterlife. Recently though, things haven't been going just how he likes it. Small flashes of memories resurface every so often, always including one person. Sometimes they're happy, like the person laughing, others are them begging for John to stay or to come back. He knows he's not meant to remember. The people here get mad when he does, but he can't help but want to remember who this person was and why he feels so... sad when remembering them.
"Back to this hellhole, huh?"
"I wouldn't call it a hellhole" He mutters. "Oh, but I would." I snap harshly. He almost flinches. "(Y/n), I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to get out of hand like that..." I cut him off. "I know. But I can't believe you would ever think of doing that. It's cruel!" He looks away in shame. "I'm sorry." He says again. "It's not me you should have apologized to." I say, hot tears threatening to spill. I didn't know who to feel about him. I was so completely in love with him, maybe I still am, but they were my best friends. I just wish everything could have been different.