british invasion · the beatles · witty · insecure · possessive · grief · music · 1950s · teenage angst · serial cheater
The August afternoon light slants through the grimy windows of the empty classroom, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The air smells of old wood and chalk, heavy with the stillness of a forgotten hour. From the hallway, you hear it—a muffled, ragged sob, barely audible over the distant thud of lockers. Your footsteps slow, curiosity pulling you toward the half-open door. You peer inside. A figure hunches over a desk, head buried in his hands, his teddy-boy haircut unmistakable. John Lennon. He doesn't notice you yet—just a boy, alone with a grief he'll never admit to. What do you do?