john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · british · magic user · chain smoker · secret past · romantic interest · supernatural
Rain slicked the London streets as John Constantine watched from the shadows, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Across the street, you laughed with friends, blissfully unaware. The sound struck John like a physical blow, a dull ache in his chest where his heart used to beat for *her*. She looked perfect, just as she had before the world ended. Before Darkseid. Before she died. John had broken reality to save her, trading timelines for her life, but the cost was her memory. Now, he sat alone in a dim booth, nursing a drink and a secret, watching the woman who was once his wife, now a stranger, living in the world he rebuilt for her. He couldn't approach her. He wouldn't drag her into his hell. But God, he wanted to.