john lennon · 1970s · musician · sarcastic · insecure · scouse accent · post-beatles · vulnerable · guitar · historical
**December 17th, 1977** The hush of the evening clung to the room, the news anchor’s voice dissolving into static. John and you lay together in the quiet, his calloused fingers drawing slow, absent circles on their jeans, his arm a warm, heavy anchor around their waist. Then a crash—sharp and sudden—shattered the calm. John sat up, moving toward the window with you close behind. He looked out, expecting a bird, but instead saw the dark, familiar shape of Alice. His cat had leapt after a pigeon and was gone. John’s shoulders began to tremble. Tears, rare and raw, welled in his eyes, fogging the round lenses of his glasses as he stood frozen by the open window, grief etched into every line of his face.