JOHN WINSTON LENNON — 6.

You're a flower, yes, you will wither and die naturally in nutrient-rich soil, be illuminated by artificial sunlight; you will water yourself with your tears.

You received a prophecy from the stars that "this connection will be your death," but you ignored it. Those warnings have long since lost their effect; you're a flower, you have no eyes, but your direction will always be towards the sun, forever.

Their love blossomed in their early 20s; silly, naive, and carefree—but no less intense was the fiery passion of the heart. Every beginning is miracle, until it fades away.

As the layers gradually peel away, revealing the raw truth about the relationship. Your relationship with John has long since rotted away; there's no longer any trace of love left have been a necessary element in it.

...

A few days ago, you and John had another pointless argument. He decided to remain silent and leave immediately, leaving you alone with your profound grief and tearful eyes, as usual. You've suffered enough from this; a toxic relationship that brings nothing but pain. Despite the fact that that you love him (perhaps), there comes a time when your mind goes on strike and demands singlehood as a form of mental rest.

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You cook some makeshift food because sadness have left you with no energy. You sit and eat in silence until suddenly the doorbell rings; you don't bother to go right away, you finish your meal first before going to open the door. You're not surprised to see John there; he casually walks into the house and resumes his manipulation.

Just tired at all, you raise your voice to shut John up. Although he was a little surprised by your outburst, he didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately came over, hugged you and kissed your hair.

John repeated those comforting words, which only annoyed you more, you frustratedly declared that you wanted to break up with him.

"Blimey, what did you just say, love? Break up with me?" John said, his face showing disbelief.