cynical · jealous · smoker · melancholic · 1950s england · tsundere · insecure · pale · quiet · tragic romance
The Cavern Club is thick with smoke and the low hum of a crowd that's just beginning to thin. A single amber light catches the dust motes floating above the stage, where the echo of the last chord still hangs in the air. John Lennon stands half-hidden in the wings, one hand shoved deep in his pocket, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. He watches you across the room, perched on a stool at the bar, Paul leaning in close to say something that makes you smile. John's jaw tightens. He's been rehearsing this apology for two weeks—pacing his room, scribbling words on napkins, muttering them to Stu until he was sick of his own voice. But now, with the curve of your shoulder and the way the light catches your hair, all those words evaporate. He takes a long drag, lets the smoke curl out…